One of the unexpected perks of blogging has been the connections I’ve made. When I began this venture it never occurred to me that I’d “meet” and befriend folks the globe over. It has been an illuminating experience reading points of view from so many different cultures, races, ages, and genders.
Of course some folks leave a bigger mark than others. Some have wormed their way into this heart of stone. Some have torn their way out. Some just kick down the door, storm in, start a riot, and leave you wondering what the fuck just happened.
I’d like to say happy birthday to one of those people today.
Samara is a brilliant writer, and hilariously brash. She has an opinion and she isn’t afraid to share it with you, either. We’ve had a share of disagreements, for sure, but I respect the hell out of her. We bonded over similar stories of heartbreak and inappropriate humor. Bonding over inappropriate humor, I might add, is the best way to bond.
Our mutual friend Lizzi decided that for Samara’s birthday she wanted create a mixed-tape. Each person was to pick a song for the mixed-tape which reminded us of Samara. I struggled with this, honestly, because how do you define a person by just one song? When Samara posted a picture of her AC/DC shirt the other day I suddenly knew what song I wanted to pick.
This song fits because Samara is wild (in a good way), unbridled, no holds barred, take no prisoners, unapologetically blunt, in your face, and feisty. She isn’t gonna take your shit and she will leave her mark on you. There’s no mistaking when Samara is around and she will shake you all night long.
Happy birthday, Samara. I hope it’s a wonderful one.