There's Something About Margaux

Ok it's been twice this week now that someone has referenced "There's something about Mary" in regards to my hair. I'm growing my bangs out people! That's traumatic enough. Stop making fun of me. I'll be pretty again by summer, promise.

I think my Cat understands that birthday weeks are particularly challenging, because she's been lovely. When she dies I'm going to have her stuffed and keep her on the shelf forever. Dusting her off will be less disguting than cleaning the kitty litter, that's for sure. What a good Cat. This has been particularly obvious since I babysat my neighbour's cat who shall forever more be referred to as "that damn siamese from hell". I'm pretty sure she was Satan's cat in a past life because she looked like an angel but in reality is the worst cat I've ever met. (Sorry neighbour. Your cat is beautiful but she bites. And I mean that literally.).

So last night was my birthday party and apparently I had too much to drink. This is just a matter of opinion though because I felt fabulous. Kyla was here and she brought me a green tshirt that said "Kiss me I'm drunk. Or Irish. Or whatever." So I immediately ditched the awesome new top I bought for the occasion and wore that.

I have to say, birthdays remind you that people actually like you. I got cards, presents, free drinks and in return my friends all have lots of stories to tell of my terrible inebreation (I like to give back). I also got two little dresses and as y'all know I never wear pants from April - October. Pants suck (just sayin').

27 was a no-show, which I was sad about but is probably for the best. My brother said I deserve to date someone with a phone so I guess I should have higher expectations. Scott's huge bouquet of flowers are on my table as I type and if I didn't have to go back to work tomorrow, all would be well in the world. Sidepoint: I need a new job. Immediately. Before I try to kill myself again. (Side sidepoint, I'm not going to try to kill myself again. Apparently I'm bad at that. Like how I'm bad at drugs. But that's another story.)

So, this blog has been a little ADD. Did I tell you my nails look great in hot pink? And I have a new theme song? I always have a theme song for life, it makes it more bearable. I totally recommend it.

Well the Kyla and me thing didn't end up quite how I pictured it. This morning involved a lot more crying and yelling than I expected. But that's the great thing about family. You can cry and yell and be upset, and then go out for brunch and take a picture you will later post on FaceBook to prove to the world how happy you are. Even if you're not happy.

But I am happy about my Cat. And the fact that I can have a birthday, and a dozen people will show up, and they care about me, maybe more than all the people I left behind in the cult combined. I just have to catch up and care enough about them back. I hate change, and new people, and I'm terrified to actually care about anyone in case they leave me too. But I'm trying to change because life turned out better than I expected, and I'd be an idiot not to go with it. And Kyla was here, and Mick. I have the best siblings in the world. And they're hot. And I took this awesome picture after about 2 bottles of wine, so I think I have a future career as a photographer. Here's hoping...