Self Absorbed, But At Least I Know It.

Posted on May 29, 2008
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I was really vying for the ability to write a whole post not about myself, or the millions of angry phone calls I’m getting today. But I didn’t think I could do that. So I was going to throw up some love (see below) and talk about stuff. But then, even me? I cannot wish someone a happy birthday in one paragraph and spend 89 other ones talking about some dude I’m not wishing a happy anything to right now. So now that I said a little of my own bullshit, onto much more important (and not all about me) greatness!

I apologize for the bulimic blogging, here.

Today is someone special’s birthday.

She’s a mere 20-something - younger than me, as she’s wont to point out - and she’s already done so much more than my lazy ass. She’s coming up on her second degree. She’s working full-time. She’s considering grad studies not this fall but the next. She’s been married and she’s been (from my eyes) born again.

She’s sometimes the funniest bitch I know and I think she even made coffee come out of my nose, once. We’ve never met (but during Labour Day Weekend, that will be corrected), yet we talk pretty much daily.

We’re smart about it, leaving long-distance bills out of the framework of our relationship - I think that if we chose to speak in actual voices everytime, I wouldn’t be able to call her one of my best friends, now. It’d be too expensive to. And I’d be passed TFO because my kid would never sleep with all of the laughing and giggling and such that I write instead every night - LOL, LOL for serious, OMG LOL, SNORT, punches in neck. You get the picture.

She’s been there for me for a lot of stuff, she’s told me a couple few things that other people don’t get to know, and she’s made me feel special cuz just like I picked her as my new favourite person, oh, about 10 months ago? She’s seemed to picked me, too.

I love her more than brownies and starbust and smirnoff ice and cigarettes - put together. Go send her some love, too. [Or Jason Mraz, if you know how to go about such a thing. (And uh, send him to me, after kay?)] Even though she’s got better things to do today than check her comments :P

Probably just as moody:

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7 Responses to “Self Absorbed, But At Least I Know It.”

  1. Sandy (Momisodes) on May 29th, 2008 3:21 pm

    More than brownies and Starcrack? Geez woman! That is some serious love.

    I’m off to send Birthday wishes :)
    Sandy (Momisodes)’s last blog post..I Don’t Understand It Myself

  2. Maria on May 29th, 2008 3:43 pm

    I’d love you more: bet.
    But I’m off to tell her Happy Birthday. :)
    Maria’s last blog post..Out of the Minds of Morons. [a continuation]

  3. Huckdoll on May 29th, 2008 4:49 pm

    Imagine the Labour Day weekend chaos…

    I’m so there.

    Huckdoll’s last blog post..Sloth

  4. LaskiGal on May 29th, 2008 8:07 pm

    You are good . . . so good. People pay good money for friends like her . . . like you.

    LaskiGal’s last blog post..Wordless Wednesday

  5. liza on May 29th, 2008 8:30 pm

    Lovely for you both! It is wonderful to have friends like that………I know I have one myself!

  6. angel on May 29th, 2008 10:17 pm

    now that was possibly one of the best “happy birthday” posts i ever read!!!

    angel’s last blog post..Poetry By Da Bruvva

  7. White Ghetto Superstar on May 30th, 2008 11:01 am

    Man! I love you. Seriously, you are fantastic. I didn’t deserve this post, or the fabulous comments (yet to be approved because I’M. STRESSED. OUT!) your friends left me!

    I will find you later before I go away to helmet & harness land!

    Thank you for the birfday wishes, they meant a lot!

    White Ghetto Superstar’s last blog post..Cold Legacy

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