I normally spend my birthday in Los Angeles, getting pummelled by hot California boys but this year? I redecorated my bedroom. It had to be done; I painted the walls white 5 years ago and it was looking cold and a bit grubby now. I also hated the blue carpet. It was in the house when we moved in 11 years ago and we just never got round to replacing it. Whoever fitted it never bothered putting any underlay on the floor first and the rubber backing on the carpet had disintegrated. So now I have lime green walls, corvette red woodwork (used to be off-white and looked awful), I've replaced my blue heavy velvet curtains with lightweight red silk ones (still have my black blind as there is a street light outside my window), and ripped up the carpet to reveal the original painted floorboards. I say original... The house was built in 1932 and the floorboards would have been painted during World War II. How do I know? Because only the edges of the room have been painted. There is a large unpainted square in the centre of the room that my elderly neighbour informs me would have been where they would have had some lino. Couldn't afford to cover the whole floor during the war, you see... The room looks much more grown-up now. It's a little cosier and I think it will be much better in the winter.
I have even given away all of my feather boas, fans, masks... even my Tickle Me Elmo has gone! I am 30, afterall...
I have also decided to part with my rather large bondage collection. It currently sits on ebay... I had an ex who was into all that and I built up the collection while I was with him. Then he ran off with another man and the stuff has freaked out all my boyfriends since... I have kept one pair of furry handcuffs and that's it. But whips, restraints, ball gags? All gone.
Had some nice gifts for my birthday - money, the three Jackass movies on DVD, a pair of bright red FitFlops, a bottle of vegan pink champagne, two bunches of flowers, a really nice vegan handwash, my mother paid my National Insurance contribution for me... and because Kay is still not talking to me, I don't have to take any Pound Shop crap to the charity shop on Monday!
I also took this opportunity to thin out my Facebook friends list. I truly hate Facebook... I had a lot of people from school add me. Let's make this clear... I was bullied horribly in school because my dad died while I was young and I was very quiet... Then these fuckers decide after treating me like shit for 8-odd years, we can be Facebook buddies??? Err... NO! They are all vacuous bitches who live in the same shitty West Midlands town where we grew up, either working minimum wage or on benefits, no education, no prospects, several kids by several different men... and some of them are just so freaking ugly!!! There was this one particular chick; every time she appeared in my timeline, I felt physically sick. So I decided... if they didn't say Happy Birthday to me (after I had to them over the last 11.5 months), I would delete them. That cleared 41 of them. Down to 101 friends and I actually like most of them now...
So today I will be painting my hall, stairs and landing ("Duck Egg Blue") and then I will need to make a start on the bathroom...
I've just ordered Just Dance 1 and 2 and Zumba Fitness for the Wii. Looking at paying off a big chunk of one of my old credit cards this month. Then it's finishing my MSc, applying for PhD funding, looking for a new job...
30 doesn't seem that different to 25, you know...
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