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I feel obliged to give you guys a birthday journal entry, as it was so wonderful to come online on this rainy morning and find so many warm wishes!!

I rung in my birthday at midnight while I was at work. I'll be honest- it was a really shit night work-wise, but I'd like to say a few special thanks to a couple of people who made my night so much better...

Thank-you to Bettina and Malloreigh for being the friendly faces in the crowd- it was so so so great to see you guys out. I hope you had a good time despite the grody (a word I'm bringing back, btw) sweaty boys. Eww! (PS- Did anyone else notice that cute rockabilly boy had a whole cute rockabilly table of people?)

Thank-you to Quristie (and her fabulous hair, holy crap!) for not judging when I made sarcasshole faces at her all night. And for listening. All the time.

Thank-you to Eddyzen and Niko for playing "Into the Void" at midnight while I was upstairs on a milk crate having my birthday smoke and drink. So my song. Thank-you very much.

Thank-you to the asshat who slammed into me in the bar line-up and caused me to crash all my empties and cash across the bar. Oh wait. No... I think I mean... Fuck You!!

Heeheehee. Moving on.

A special thank-you to Fishtail. Because despite all my crankiness and occasional mean-spiritedness, I was so very touched by your thoughtful gift. You realize that sometimes a gal just needs to feel pampered. Either that or you took a look at my fingernails and thought "Jesus, remove that three-week old red paint and do something with those cuticles!"

Anyways. I'm off to shower and get ready for the day. And drain my leaky roof (which is NOT a metaphor for anything). And buy my chicken some exciting new raw food.

Crap. Must post this soon. Lights are flickering in manner of power outage.

Love you guys.

XOX-L

"Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad

Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums

But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can't hear me
When I say softly, slowly

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand"