Just Another Girl On The IRT

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Saturday, January 20, 2007

Just like frosting on my cake

Wishing for better days ahead"Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life
Trying to make ends meet
You're a slave to money then you die..."
- The Verve

When life gives you lemons, you're expected to whip up a batch of Country Time, but in my case I'd prefer Jack Daniels straight from the bottle. Whoever said you shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth clearly wasn't referring to a pink slip handed down a mere 48 hours from a birthday. Or fighting off a sinus infection that's hampered me for the past 2 weeks only to wind up battling a head cold all over again. Or adding onto the ever-growing tally of "people who can go fuck themselves." But these are the days of the my so-called life. Going through an endless obstacle course of setbacks and disappointments almost make me lose sight of what I was raised to have birthdays mean to me from back in the day. Not extravagant theme parties, not poppin' bottles in a club, not ego stroking from the amount of RSVP's I can rack up on Evite. It all comes back to being grateful to make it through another year. Counting my blessings never seemed so passe, but in spite of the hurdles, there's a few things I still have to be thankful for. My health (or what's left of it), a loving, supportive mom and a roof over my head ranking at the top of the list.
Happy birthday, Aquarius! Nothing is too much trouble for those you love. There's no question you don't even need to think about going the extra mile for them. However, this year it's time to be the star and focus on raising your own level of popularity within the world. To do this, ask for the support of those closest and there will be no limit on how high you can reach.
Astrologers have about as much credibility as ambulance chasing legal eagles, but in this case, what's the harm in taking a page from Casey Kasem? My birthday wish is to keep my feet on the ground and keep reaching for the stars.

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Blogger Michael commented at 1/23/2007 01:54:00 PM~  

Sorry about the bad news, dear. You're so brilliant and so talented. I really hope you get the good year you deserve.

Blogger Let's Pretend commented at 1/25/2007 03:54:00 PM~  

Happy Birthday fellow aquarian. Sometimes it's hard to count your blessings when life has its foot in your ass. Last year was a suck ass birthday for me and I am not expecting this year to be better, but at least there's your good friend Jack (Daniels) to get you through the tough times. I know Jack well...we break up we make up...

Enjoy your birthday, enjoy being alive and worry about all that other crap tomorrow.

Blogger Will commented at 1/29/2007 10:19:00 AM~  

Happy Belated Birthday to you, my friend! And sorry about the job loss. I know it truly sucks.

However, a bright side could be you finally making time for us to have our much-anticipated lunch. :)

In the words of one-hit wonder G-Dep, "Let's do it!"

Anonymous Anonymous commented at 1/30/2007 12:47:00 PM~  

hey, i haven't been by for a while. keep up the great writing (you should be getting paid to do it in 2007!)

Blogger The Cube commented at 1/31/2007 01:11:00 AM~  

The poverty of unemployment sucks; colds are crap; and birthdays - eh. But you can write, TriniPrincess, with insight and wit, so don't let it get you down.

Blogger TriniPrincess commented at 1/31/2007 11:54:00 PM~  

Thanks everyone for the kind words. Very much appreciated. It's a crappy beginning to start the year, but upside is... I'm focused, maaaaaaaaaan! Will, I do owe you an e-mail...keep your eyes peeled on the ol' inbox. ;-)

Anonymous Anonymous commented at 2/03/2007 05:47:00 AM~  

It's during these times when Life delivers you a Grade-A-Certified ass-kicking (and, unfortunately for us, ain't a damned thing we can do about it) that you just gotta sit down, REST, nurse the bruises on your arse-cheeks, and just wait for the storm to blow over.

Sometimes, we get those royal arse-kickings and we can't even get back up for a minute--much less wrap our sorry little hands around a bottle of ANYTHING(or much less begin squeezng those blasted lemons!!)

I commend your good humor in the midst of this struggle that is Existence (wink!) and above all, I hope that you are giving yourself permission to use this period as a time as a REST and to use this as an opportuniy to love yourself most thoroughly, to nourish yourself most completely and selfishly!!!

Sometimes we have to remind ourselves that as much as we'd like to think we are in control of things, we are really not. This world is unexplainable--bad things happen to good people and vice versa, yada yada yada. And often when so-called "bad" things happen, they can be a blessing in disguise. But you already know that!!

Having said that, get your rest on, get your dream-factory churning, get your hopes up and when the storm blows over, the sun is going to be so bright, you'll need shades!!! But you already know that, too!

In the meantime, as you clutch your Jack Daniels, don't forget to put in in a nice glass. Nursing one's bruised ass-cheeks is never an excuse to forgo style!! *wink*

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