I dont know...15?

In celebration of eating my entire birthday cake, I have this to say:
"Yeah they want you to be the girl with the most cake.
Someday - you will ache like I ache
Lets dance all night - til the end of my life
I want to be the girl with the most cake"

dig in, dont wait.

Am I up to 11 now?

I came down with the flu on my birthday, yesterday. Yes, I am officially old. And how I know that this particular age=oldness? I woke up and my ass was bigger. I have spent the past 24 hours alternating between sweating and shivering, working my way slowly through a raspberry and pecan birthday cake (it has rose buds on the top). Also have to get up at 5am.

9. Past 10.

I missed 9. So here it is. I felt bad leaving it out.

No 7...Rhymes with...Devon. Fritz is better.

Nutbush city limits is on the radio, and I have discovered that I still know the dance moves (leggings and socks complete the picture), and that I miss house parties. I may have one.
I made rhubarb and apple crumble with D today. The best thing was drinking the juice left in the saucepan. Wine-rhubarby, and pink.

No 6. Please make the hogworts people go away

Please.

No 5? what a cool dive

W = Double U.
I realised last night why this took so long to figure out, for me.
MH: But...Its dubberyou
C: no...pronounced... Doubleyou...
A: Maybe its cos u dont say the L in Paul either?

no 4....poor, bore, core, score.

"It's like making out with a mermaid." But like, with shorter hair.
...I felt more like a trannie, u know - sparkly dress, stockings and big hair. I had to verify with my dad before leaving the house.."do I look like a guy dressing up as a girl?"

some dive played the thong song - and it was an improvement on the live music from 2 hours earlier. which was super mario background music, interspersed with live screaming.
C was a cute moppet on the bathroom floor - the happiest I have ever seen her. And the drunkest.

I also think I scared customers away at work the next day by playing patti smith over and over. "helpless" makes me cry.

Oh shit, I've spat mandarin juice everywhere.

No.3. (which rhymes with oui!)

Just saw an ad for a clothing store - the female model's mouth was practically snarling, her lips were curling! I wonder what the advertiser/marketing person was thinking of when they created that. Something along the lines of the following: secret love of heroin chic with snarling lips and moody bitch model pose being the first step to recreating evil death look in fashion.

HAPPY BASTILLE DAY (oui oui).

No.1. (which sounds a bit like a wee)

Uhuh. I've created a blog. It would be more exciting if it were first created on a laptop in a cafe with a cosy outlook somewhere, over malboros and coffee. Maybe in the summer time. Or depths of winter. Or middle of the night. Much more romantic. NOT so much, at 330 in the afternoon at work. In the middle of the city. With unbrushed hair. And needing perfume.