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Until it begins.

Birthday week! Yay! What makes this years birthday week extra special:

Last birthday I had in Oz was in the year 2000.

Previous 4 birthdays have been in London.

Reuniting with Nicki for joint birthday chaos once again!

Unfortunately, the days previous to my favourite event of the year have not been blessed with my usual good fortune. My crap news, now seems so stupid to be that concerned with, compared to the awful news we received yesterday in the midst of planning the party evening.

It is, however, still crap news. My housemate S, has decided to bail on us. Yes, yes, it’s annoying whenever a housemate leaves (unless the housemate sucked, and then we sing songs of joy & hit the pub to celebrate, this is not the case). However, it is super financially annoying when that housemate shared a bedroom with the other housemate (romantically, not like sharing a room London style). Meaning, there is no room to fill. Meaning, we must empty our pockets of a hell of a lot more cash each month. Roughly to the tune of $300+ dollars. You can imagine how THRILLED I am…When I get work, I usually make a decent amount of cash, and that’s great. I moved in with these guys knowing we wouldn’t live anywhere to fancy. My life was blessed when when we found this place, rent would be dirt cheap by Sydney standards. Life was going to be sweet. Summer especially so. Now, not so. To ADD to my annoyance, the now bad flatmate decides to tell me via a text message to my mobile phone of her intentions. No move out date. What drives me most insane about the situation is the lack of apology. NADA. For that she is bestowed with the title WENCH, until a time I see fit to talk to her. Yes, I’m that annoyed, I have removed the joys of conversation from our partnership. Me, refraining from speaking is a special skill I keep tucked under my belt for when needed. So every month that we don’t have 3 people in our 2 bedroom apartment, I pay an extra $300 a month, meaning next year, I most likely won’t be living away of home whilst going to uni, because someone has sabotaged my savings plan. Enough. I’ve stressed out enough over this already. It’s my birthday week, and no-one has the right to mess with birthday week.

Now, for the real disaster. Birthday week involves my friend, the infamous N-in_Pink, who I lived with in the Hackney Massive in London. Our first meeting involved a brief discussion on T-in-the Park festival in Scotland, and the merits of seeing Muse & Weezer live. Within 2 minutes of knowing each other, we were planning a festival weekend. It was love at first NME reading. N-in_Pink, now located in Melbourne, is coming up for the weekend to party with our combined London & Sydney friends, and the love of her life. Yesterday, whilst fine tuning our Saturday night game plan, an unexpected email from N-in_Pink came through. The news was not in the slightest way pleasant. One of her ex boyfriends from London was found by his landlady, dead in his apartment. Overdose apparently. Unsure as yet if it was accidental or not. I only met D a few times, he was the sweetest, funniest, quirky guy. It’s really sad that he’s departed this world so young, had he even reached 21 yet? Clearly in not the best state of mind. You can never tell where we’ll all end up, or how.

So this weekend, we’ll party for the good times & memories, past, present and hopefully, for a happy future too.