Oh god, I can feel my boobs dropping!

It's my birthday, and I've been up since 5:30 this morning.

YAY!!

Regarding birthday sex: I have one thing to say: Ponies.

Fuck 'em. Stampeding my good times to dust, the bastards.

So far, I have a belly button shell thing and some ironbark coasters.

Three (YES THREE) paintings by Louise Numina.

I am downloading songs to my phone like a bandit. Because my phone is also an MP3 player, and now I have a memory card big enough to let me put songs on it.

It's all happy here today.

In other news, I am convinced that my boobs have done an entire years worth of dropping overnight.

I figure that by the time I turn 31, I'll be able to just throw them over my shoulder (like that soldier dude) and tie them in a bow.

I'll call it high fashion, and start a trend.

C'mon! You know you all want to.

I'm going to go treat myself to a birthday book.

I might come and taunt you all again later.

Or not. It's my birthday, and I'm going to.... not do much really.