happy birthday andrea!

today is andrea's birthday. i already called her in real life, but i thought i'd put a note on here too in case she reads this blog (even though she probably stopped the other day after that comment if she even read it before then, which i'm sure she didn't).

so happy birthday. i hope you're somewhere eating a mountain of tofu covered in either ginger or soy sauce or both and then being treated to live music played by a roving band of gypsies whose camel train broke down in front of your dad's house or something. i'm going to buy you a silver sweater with a white tiger airbrushed on it someday. or maybe i'll just make you socks out of the horse curtains.

sometimes you are confusing and frustrating and weird, but that's just the way people are. especially shorter people who have to deal with not being tall in a world of tall people who are taller than them. you taught me a lot about how to be myself instead of how to be someone else that would have been much easier and more depressing to be. i'm not sure if you did that on purpose, but even if you didn't, it is/was still cool.

so i will order that sweater in size -2 (actually i have something i want to buy you for sure, but it might not exist anymore because i wanted to get it for you for christmas and then a lot of other things happened and i forgot), and totally bring it over and then fucking skate around in my socks on your gigantic new hardwood floor.