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Reasons why today was awesome:

2am [censored] last night. Tee Hee.

My boss and several of the minions snuck up on me earlier this morning and were all LOLSURPRISEHAPPYBIRTHDAYHAVESOMEDIABEETUS. No really, I turned around and my boss was holding a box of six bits of baked and frosted decadence from Gregory's bakery in Hadley. In the center was this red velvet... THING. So much buttercream oh gods.

Lunch hour I went downtown on errand. Lets just say I spent about sixty bucks at Oh My and came out a very happy woman and leave it at that. Thanks for the birthday money, sis. XD Managed to also snag a black dragon coleus clipping - lets see if I can keep it alive.

Stopped at Walmart on my way home (yes yes shut up) and bought two low bookcases for our bedroom. Thank fucking god, places to put books and shit that aren't the same cardboard boxes I've been staring at since we moved in. Assembling those will be my project this weekend.

got taken out to the ABC for a lovely steak dinner by cell23, who turns out to be a devious and sneaky fuck indeed, seeing as after we finished up he convinced me he wanted to take a look around the new restaurant for a bit, so we went past the bar and into the pool and dart space they used to have at "the Upstairs" to find that a a good chunk of the Squirefolk were there and were all HAPPY BIRTHDAY and I was like EEEOMG because APPARENTLY cell23 set this up all sneaky-like and I totally didn't suspect a thing and was actually surprised to see everyone. I got plied with alcohol (can you tell I'm still a little tipsy?) and got to play pool and throw sharp things at round things and EEEEEEOMG there was totally surprizorz for me and it was awesome. Thanks for coming everyone.

So yeah, as far as birthdays go, I wasn't expecting much special out of this one and yet it ended up being the best birthday I've had in at least five years. Clearly I win everything tonight.

So, happy birthday to me. Now on with this being 33 nonsense.

Guys, I think I've found my calling in life, or something, because I apparently throw bitchin parties. 'Course with the crowd of people that showed up to our house to properly usher cell23's fourth decade in last night, it's quite hard to have a bad party. Hell even the people that couldn't come but sent well-wishes via twitter (you were there in spirit, Mr. Berube!) helped, so yeah. There were also Muppets, Batman, Castlevania, and Mario Kart assisting. :) Special guest stars: cell23's now infamous Gay Bar Dance while he beat the shit out of his princess pinata (aersi helped). The terrifying pin the tail on the donkey game that oneforellis brought that looked like a donkey staring worriedly at his ass as red liquid appeared to pour out of it (it was supposed to be a target painted on, but it looked way too much like severe intestinal damage). THE MOTHERFUCKING INDIANA JONES CAKE WITH WORKING BALL. That's right you heard me. That cake was BOSS.

But yeah, you know how you know it was a good party? 2 reasons: 1) I just stumbled downstairs in search of breakfast (by the way, aersi? you're a motherfucking genius, thank you for the bagels) saw the horror my living room and kitchen are after everything... and grinned my face off. 2) The part where towards the end of the evening, cell23 (who tends to detest having a big thing made of his birthday, so yes, I threw him a party cause I'm a bitch like that ;) ) was being glomphed by all the remaining ladies present, and while cackling maniacally, declared that he should turn 30 every year.

I clearly win at everything. Including hangovers. I had quite a bit of "kool-aid" (hawaiian punch, sierra mist, tangerine vodka and slushed ice make great punch, btw) and then another_murray brought over pomegranate liqueur and i was just done for afterward. but I only have a bit of a headache this morning and that may well be because I forgot to make/get coffee. Yeah, I know.

But yeah, thanks guys. And happy birthday cell23. I love you, and I think it's safe to say so does everyone who was in attendance. :)

This just makes me want a bathroom sink big enough to stand on.

hattip to polymexina.

I was just having a conversation with the Lovebug (and by extension his mama) on skype about the Discovery documentary Life. Apparently the Lovebug had noticed that animals generally get mommies but not generally Greggs (chirping_monkey's boyfriend). "Well, some animals have Greggs," chirping_monkey amended. "But it's super rare."

"Hey," I put in, "some animals get Andees too."

"Yeah!" Lovebug says with a huge grin, "Like Daddy!"



...I very nearly fell out of my chair and died of cute.

trying to escape a full nelson via crotch kick (and failing): scraped up left wrist, knee and elbow, damaged window plastic, and a nasty omg OW blood blister/bruise on the left middle toe, ergo probable limp through rest of tomorrow.

Wrestling with your boyfriend cause he's being an asshat: PRICELESS.

*shakes head* They say love hurts, but I gotta tell you, after two+ years of the kind of relationship-related drama that makes semi-compelling Lifetime miniseries, I'd much rather the kind of hurt that comes from two grown ass adults forgetting momentarily that they aren't twelve anymore and that single knees get cranky when all 225 pounds of your own weight and some of the other person's lands on them. :D Seriously, a year and two months in, and I love this man more every day. When I don't want to duct tape him to the ceiling and tickle him until he cries, that is.

NO I DID NOT MEAN THAT IN A KINKY WAY (for once) YOU PERVERSE GUTTERMONKEYS maybe a little.

Happy one of these days I will kill you in your sleep Valentine's Day, cell23.

via kshandra's twitter:



And THAT... is how its done!

Seriously, watch the whole thing. It's pretty damned amazing/adorkable/what have you.