Birthdays: We will cry.

Last night, for the first time in weeks, I got together with my friend Kelly. She is a friend that I have had many ups and downs with over the years, but not because she or I are shitty people. We both rule and she is a very, very thoughtful and kind person. Overall, I think her and I have had a relationship that I have learned the most from, romantic and otherwise.

One of the things that I have learned from Kelly is that sometimes, its okay to be dramatic. The one exception for drama is on your birthday. Girls get a "get out of jail free" card for crying on their birthdays. Thats what your 20's are for. Kelly was telling me about how she was out for a girlfriends birthday and her friend cried. I remembered how I cried on my own birthday, and I remember how my other bestie Christie, cried on hers.

What is up with that? I cried because I was home in Toronto for the first time on my birthday in five years. It blew. I didn't even get a card from my mom. She was the one that was "trying" to make a big deal of me being home and it was/is a rather pathetic and weak attempt. I think we would have been better of had she just not bothered at all.In fact, pretend I don't even live in Toronto. Or at home. Just leave me alone to sulk on my birthday because no matter what it will be a disappointment. My mom has just generally become really uninterested in holidays and birthday's as we have gotten older, which I totally respect. But half assing them, causing for disappointment? Save me the anticipation that MAYBE she will realize this year has sucked and give a shit.

Kelly's friend cried because girls are the worst. Its that simple. We suck.

Christie cried because she was all alone in London, England on her birthday and missed us. Obviously.

Hoda cried because we surprised her but it almost doesn't count. But I think she got pissed at her sister that night, so that does.

This is okay. It is SO okay to be disappointed on your birthday. I have come to expect it. The fact that every other day is full of surprises makes me okay with birthdays sucking. I have so many unexpected amazing nights with the people in my life that I love, that I can't be sad about one overrated day blowing goats.





This is what I want on my birthday. He also starts the episode JUMPING out of bed, serenading Lily with a mariachi band. Best.

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Guess Who Wants These? Your favorite insane blogger, ME! Who says these are guys shoes anyhow? Nutter butters.

This weekend was a long one with very little planned. I was supposed to end up in Mont REAL but ended up staying in Toronto. Boo Hoo, but what's a girl to do? Ended up hanging out with some wicked kiddies at the Science Centre where we saw the new Harry Potter exhibition. It was neat but I didn't get to buy a wand like I wanted. The last one left was $80. INSANE.

Sunday I went shopping with my mum and it was completely insane because of back-to-school and the long weekend. The lines were batty and the sales weren't really worth it so we bailed pretty fast and went to the CNE. Again, WAY too many people so I bailed pretty fast. Ate some food that wasn't so good for me and enjoyed every second of it. But all in all, I was just too anxious for crowds like that.

A few years ago I went through a terrible bout of anxiety attacks, which turned into an uphill battle with anti depressants and anxiety meds. In the end, i'm not sure the meds were at all necessary but at the time I don't really know how I would have coped without them. Being at the Ex with all those people brought back memories of anxiety attacks and the traumatic freak outs that came with them.

Monday was girl date day, where I went shopping and destroyed my bank account slightly. Posts with many pictures of all the fun, non-traumatic adventures will come in posts to follow.