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October 5th, hockey is back. I don’t know entirely how I feel about the new CBA and the rule changes, but I am beyond thrilled to have things resolved. And the new season starts VERY VERY SOON. It gives me a butterfly tickle in my tummy when I think about it and my eyes water and I get tense and I want to scream. I suppose I shouldn’t be so excited about a stupid sport, but I can’t help it. finally, hockey again.

I am nervous about the Bruins, they really fucked around with their roster. But I suppose you can’t make the team any worse now can you.

AHHHHHHHHHH

hockey in 70 days. My son will be one, we’ll be back in Boston and all will be right with the world.

My wrists are sore today and not from anything tawdry, although that certainly would make for a better story.

For my birthday, I received a PS2 game called Katamari Damacy and I’ve been playing it like a mad woman. I love that game. It’s crazy and fun and goofy and if it were possible, I would have Katamari babies.

With this obsession comes of course the pain. But I’ll take it like a trooper and build my stamina like any girl in the raptures of pure love would do.

I got lots of very nice gifts for my birthday, from books to DVDs to the robots I’ve been insane about from the baby galileo video. Yay!

Now it’s back to unbirthdays and preparing for Ry’s big day.

Oh and a happy belated birthday to Gina’s baby, who turned one yesterday. You have a old-year old toddler now G! And I have a card and small, VERY SMALL, gift for him.

Alright, so I feel a little bad. After all the congratulations and happy wishes, I have something to confess. It is neither my birthday NOR did I get married.

Okay, okay, I lied again. It’s a sickness. It WAS my birthday yesterday. Yes, it was, that much is true, and I had a very lovely day.

But Gordon and I didn’t get married. I was being funny and stupid when I wrote that entry and I didn’t think anyone would take it seriously! Anyone who knows me anyway. Getting hitched, and in that manner, certainly isn’t very christalicious. And Gordon pretty much has to overhaul his entire life and personality in order to get me to marry him. I titled the entry “my new commitment” and what I was referring to was my decision to keep as expressionless as possible. You know, to avoid wrinkles and stuff. Cause I’m all age-obsessed. You know. COME ON! You all know this!

My stupid fake wedding totally stole all my birthday thunder. That sucks. I’m such a chump.

Don’t worry, loafies…if I ever get married, I’m inviting the whole damn internet, including you. I don’t know about you over there though. You’re a nutjob.

Anyway, I am glad everyone was so excited for me. Thanks! I’m still a dishonest woman with a bastard child. Fear not.