number 69 days of birth

september is so hard for remembering birthdays, and i always get miss rose wright zawada's WRONG - but i think i made up for it yesterday with a wonderful interpretive dance version of happy birthday video message. anyway - it is 2 not just 1, but 2 of the hottest, coolest, smartest, craziest, oldest friends of mines birthdays this week.

we have shared births, marriages, deaths all together, and they are my family.

so let me tell you how they came into my life...jacqueline susan thompson came to my high school in year 9. when all the other crazy girls in our group turned on her, i was like, do not worry sister, i am with you, lets blow these crazy bitches!...she wore loads of makeup, she was smart, boys loved her, she once wore 2 different shoes to a formal, she had this long crazy blonde hair and looked like jerry hall. we used to write notes and stick them on boys cars, i would leave her behind anywhere, and she would randomly just turn up in the morning with stories that would make your dad want to go out kill someone...why i didn't worry about her was only because she knew her shit! then...

i got this massive crush on this boy...jacqui was there when it happened. i saw this boy from across the room and i was like, i love him. it was bad, a really bad crush. he had a girlfriend but one thing led to another, and i found myself driving around in a valiant with dismembered mannequins and 2 boys who wore makeup and laughed like girls. little did i know that this boy, had a hidden secret - a 16 year old sister with an amelie black bob, and the appropriate 16 year old attitude. she didn't go to school, she went to college, she had a hot boyfriend, baked cakes and drew cute pictures. was it the fact that we both found out we had coloured in our adidas shell toes pink that the immediate kindred spirit was created? i have no idea...she had a name that made you want to like her like marshmallows and roses. she knew how to sew, she lived in the cutest little room with a family of kittens that lived out side of it. her name was annie rose wright...and those tiny memories seem like a lifetime ago.

so this is them...jac, annie - happiest of birthdays to you EVER!