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hello children
now i feel obliged to be the first proper postee, but really, it's not fair, because i am at the moment rather tipsy, nay shall we say drunken, but well on my way to a hangover. uhm.. so yeah... LENA!!! it's your birthday!!! happy birthday Lena!!!!
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let's see.. when i was 23.. all those many moons ago.. i was about to embark on my round the world trip.. knowing very little of the wonders, joys, suprises, horrors, and craziness that awaited me. whereas you, my dear, at the ripe age of 23, have experienced much that the world has to offer by way of joy and craziness. But of course, the world has an infininte supply of this, and more than enough to go around, so i wish you much much more of everything that the world has to offer, maybe less bullshit, red tape, bureaucracy (my new worst enemy, not least because i have no idea how to spell it and that in itself is highly troubling), unreliable public transport, unripe fruit, overripe fruit, snotty children, unwanted sexual touching, bad haircuts, vague horoscopes, non-magnetic surfaces that appear magnetic, bad movies, undercooked vegetables.. well i could go on and on about the miseries of life, but i would like to wish you much much much happiness and love and excitement and inspiration and massages and coffees and giant spliffs and long rambly emails and boat rides and nights of looking totally hot and laughing fits and running for the train and making it and phone calls from friends and parcels in the post and living your dreams.
yay!! and umm... as for the photo on the left.. i'd just like to point out that when this particlar photo was taken, at Jord's place circa April-May 2004, a certain Lena made a peculiar remark along the lines of "it's really good, because if my parents ever see this photo, they won't know I am smoking a joint"... and she said it with such lucidity, and such conviction, that I personally was very close to believing her and seeing perfect sense in what she was saying. And that sort of conviction in one's own beliefs is what gets people far in this world... ain't it?
anyway, enough drunken diatribes from Tatty. But once again, happy happy happy happy joy joy and birthday birthday. 23 is a prime number, so you, my dear, are in your prime, and I love you very much and miss you like... well.. perhaps like a 45 year old CEO misses his vas after a vasectomy...
and good night to all..
Tatty xxxxxxxxx

p.s. i'd just like to add that this entire blog was designed by Alex Reznick and inspired by http://labandeajuju.over-blog.com/ (peruse at own risk).
(they taught me to reference at university)
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