in my birthday suit right now, watching Linus chase the best toy I ever could have found: a fly. He’s chasing it around the apartment, his little cleats click on my hardwood floors, and I’m laughing into a cry. I love my dog, my family, my friends, and my life. 29 doesn’t feel old, but it feels scary. I want babies and a husband. I want more than one child, and after 35 years old, it’s like asking for a deformity. I want healthy babies and a real marriage. It’s not everything, but it’s a birthday wish just the same. Relax, it’s not what I’ll wish for when I blow out my candles and smear icing on my face… cause then it won’t come true. Whatevs. Still, it’s not so bad cuddling up with the love of my life, sleeping in my crotch, beneath the covers. I love Linus. I hope I get flowers today. It’s not a hint; it’s just one of those it-shouldn’t-mean-anything-but-it-just-does wishes. I can’t help it. Ahem, have you seen my DVD collection lately? Oy, indeed. I’m 29 on the 29th of September; that only happens once. Then again, so does 30 on the 29th… ah, something to look forward to. Right.

Come celebrate with me and all my "offline" friends this Saturday night, October 2, 2004 at 10:30 pm. Pop Burger, (9th Ave. b/w 14th and 15th streets), New York, NY. How can any bash with the word "burger" in it be bad? Yum. I’ll be there with all the girls… including my outrageous sister whom about, apparently, I never write enough. Seriously, you’re all welcome. Go ahead, follow suit and name drop; it’s encouraged. Say it with me, "Stephanie Klein… she’s feeling fine at 29." Rage.