kjpepper | Leave your livestock alone (Reply)

Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes. *chuckle* I'm still amused by the fact that it took a prematurely dead playwright to inscribe that somewhat arbitrary number into the brains of damn near everyone in New York in the early nineties. I'm actually sort of glad RENT is getting a movie release, cause while that was definitely the period of time where Dad was dragging me to practically every Broadway show out at the time, he wasn't taking me anywhere near musicals featuring strippers, drag queens or whores. (ie, I missed RENT and Miss Saigon). And yet somehow Kiss of the Spider Woman was ok?? *shakes head* I don't get my dad's mode of thinking sometimes.

Anyway, I was watching the trailer for RENT the other night (the one done to "Seasons of Love") and of course, the song's been stuck in my head since, well, as I am wont to do around my birthday, I'm taking stock of the past year. And goddamn. I have had a year full of upheaval after upheaval... Some were bad. Some were devastating. Some left me rather fundamentally changed. Some were necessary. And some... I still look back on them and wonder what lessons they still have to give me.

So... in the past year, and not in this particular order, I've moved not only house but town, seen several of my friends and family married, lost my mother to cancer, moved but not changed jobs, hand a few friendships go fuckbazoink (some got better), got hit by a car and basically walked away, gained one more person I can call family, took my first flights/vacation all by myself... not to mention all of the little bits and changes on the way. And, to have an extremely gooshy girly moment... apparently almost exactly 525,600 minutes ago, I told a certain person I loved him for the first time. Which is funny, cause that bit didn't occur to me until I started writing this and then I was like, wait a sec, and checked my Trillian log. I know, that makes me the biggest dork ever. Both for checking the log and for telling him for the first time over IM. oy. Ah well, the medium doesn't really matter if the sentiment is sincere, right?

I'm going to be 27 in three days. I'm hoping that much in the way that nothing can go wrong on a day when one is wearing Superman underpants, much can be expected of a year when your age ends in a number as cool as seven.

Speaking of that... should I be amused by choosing to wear a Green Lantern shirt over a yellow turtleneck today?

*waits for the "RENT! SQUEE! BBQ" comment from