Happy Birthday!

Today is Anna’s birthday! Yay! I’d write here how old she is today, but that would be dating her, and, frankly, she can do a lot better than me. *Ba-dum-DUM*

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It is grey and rainy and dull outside today, but I know that you could not possibly have had anything to do with that, my dear Ansan, because you’ve been a perfectly good child this year – I can vouch for that.

I hope you’re having a great time with your family as I’m typing this. Not to get all sentimental – oh, heck: yes, totally to get all sentimental – I want to take this opportunity to thank you for always being such a great friend and for being such a blissfully inspiring and wonderful person. You never cease to amaze me with your intelligence, your radience, your wit and empathy. My life has certainly become a lot richer since that humid Spring day three years ago of promenading aimlessly about in Kongens Have with you and experiencing the immense pleasure of your friendship for the first time.

The happiest of birthdays to you and many more to come!

 /marie

birthday pie

Birthday pie.

May 21, 2006. Letters, Uncategorized. Leave a comment.

A letter…

Dear Two Men Who Stole my Wallet at Nørreport Station Yesterday,

I salute you. No, really. No, really. I think you guys are awesome. I mean, just think about it. Single-handedly, two grown men, you guys managed to sneak the wallet out of a single young woman’s cheap pleather bag. Just like that! And the way that one of you blocked my way when I tried to get on that train, thus distracting me while that other one of you got hold of my wallet? Brilliant! Very, very sophisticated! I mean, wow… just, wow. That’s teamwork! That’s working together as a group! And seriously, as regards boldness, as regards bravery, it’s right up there with those 30 courtiers who kidnapped that little 15-year-old girl in Rigoletto. In fact, are you guys in the same union? I bet you are! That is so cool. I bet your union is called CCU (Criminal Cowards United), and I bet you’ve got this really neat slogan, like, “Don’t let people screw you over – that’s your job!”.

Blasé cynics might argue that it was somewhat stupid of you to try to press my security code at an automat so many times that the card was automatically blocked, but really; how were you supposed to know that that’s not the best way to go about breaking a code – pressing random numbers? There was really no way you could know that. I still say you guys did a great job and have reason to be proud of yourselves. You rawk.

In fact, what are your MSN IDs? ‘Cause I’d love to add you to my contacts. I’d love to discuss all kinds of things with you. Like, how you spent my 100 kroner bill and all! That would be so cool to know. Like, I was going to spend it on something like food or maybe medicine for my incurably sick hand, but I’ll bet you guys made much better use of it! E-mail me!

Kisses!

Marie

March 6, 2006. Letters, Rants. Leave a comment.