Birthday shenanigans

My birthday was the 17th, last Thursday. The living dead girl is now 26 years of age.

Having celebrated on my birthday for the past 26 years of my life, I've come to know certain "truths" about the 17th of January. One is that it's cold; not just regular Ottawa winter cold, either. The 17th is usually among the coldest days of the winter. The kind of cold that would make any rational person want to stay home that night rather than party.

Which brings me to the next "truth" of Jan 17th. Being right after the holidays, people are generally broke-ass. As such, going out for drinks and paying for a cab home (because it's so fucking cold; see above) are not terribly convenient.

Due to these "truths", I've become very blaze about the whole birthday-party thing. Not that I don't expect friends to remember my birthday and wish me well, but I don't expect all my near and dear to be able to come out that night. As such, I framed this year's festivities as a "notification of Andrea's general whereabouts" and not an "invitation" per se. I simply planned where I'd be and when, and let people work with that as they may.

It worked beautifully. Some came for dinner, some came to Whisper's house, some came to Barrymore's. Some did all 3, some just 1 or 2. Some called and said they were staying in for x reason. I didn't care. I had a marvellous time.

Noteworthy happenings, in no particular order:
- Anna's car getting dented and scratched by a drunken shithead getting kicked out of Barrymore's ("What a great parking spot!" "I know, eh?")
- Lizz and I accidentally french-kissing
- Throwing myself at a couple making out on the dancefloor, resulting in their teeth smashing together (That'll teach 'em)
- Being asked by L.J. to stamp hands at the door for a little while (still waiting on my paycheck, guys)
- Being told by Jody that he doesn't want to hear my "sob stories" after I told him I just turned 26
- Justin bitching about something and Lizz telling him to "write a song about it"
- Going home from the bar sober at 2:30am.

Thanks to everyone who came out, especially miss Whisper for hosting my raucous ass!

xoxo to infinity

huh

Well this is interesting,

I sign up my blog to be on this huge blog list and here's what they send me:

"Hello living dead girl,

Your blog has not been added to the Blog Flux Directory. Due to the amount of submissions, we cannot explain the reasons for each. Most likely it is due to one of the following:
- blog is listed more than once in the directory
- site is not a blog
- blog is offline
- blog is new (must contain 5 posts and be at least 7 days old due to excessive spammers submitting).
- site contains nudity
- site is a shill site intended to simply promote products/affiliates
- site construes something illegal

If you believe your blog should be added, please contact us (be sure to mention what your blog URL is).

-Blog Flux Team"

Whatever the reason, that's just fine with me. According to google analytics, people can simply search the terms "fuck dead girls" and find my site. Who needs blogflux?

Taken from http://www.michelegermain.com/blog/2007/05/making_decision_during_transit.html

"Decisions are based on the information we presently have. We do not know the future, nor do we know how and what we will feel six months or six years from now. So, the decision we make today, may not fit six months or six years down the road.

Always go within and ask what is in your highest good at this time. Let go of an attitude that says, “I can only be happy if such and such happens”. Then listen with your heart and be ready to receive an answer. Know that what you decide today is probably what is best, but when you ask again six months or a year later when you and your world are different and you have more informations, the answer may be different. Stay in the moment and do the best you can right now."

cut me off when I get here

I have a reprehensible habit when I'm drinking; ok, I have a few (see a prior entry for what happens when I drink rye at zaphods).

I tend to brag about my "own clothing line", or my "small business"; blah blah bullshit, and give out the url to my shit-sandwich/unfinished page which contains a couple of old photos and a whole lot of nothing. I'm only grateful that I didn't bring my business cards, because god knows I would have plastered them all over the place. Leggo my ego!

Maybe I should try to cook up some half assed "under construction" sign... but that's not really the case, is it? How about "on sabbatical"? That makes more sense. Look it up.