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I'm having a birthday party. Sort of.

I was born with a name I didn't like. There wasn't really anything wrong with it, it was just it was incredibly common. My first name is in the top 30 most popular boys names for the decade I was born, and my middle name was in the top 10. With a surname like Jones, I was not happy with my name.

Everywhere I went, no matter what group I was involved with, I was always sharing either my first name or last name with someone else, often there with be multiple people sharing them, and enough times there were other people with the exact same first and last name as me. I hated it. I didn't have my own name, I just had a label that I shared with heaps of other people.

For most of my adult life I was A.J. It was at least something different enough that it was mine.

Then it finally occurred to me that I could change it. I didn't have to keep that name, so did the investigation to work out how and what and all the rest.

January 2006 I went down to the appropriate Queensland department, put in the paperwork, paid the money, and that was that. Bureaucracy moves as slowly as bureaucracy does, so it wasn't until the end of February that the official paperwork arrived. I was no longer that name, instead I was Random, a name that I had been using online for many years.

My actual birthday is in August, which I'm not a big fan of because it's bloody cold and I don't deal well with the cold. The official date of the name change was February 14th, 2006. That means, this year Random turns 7 in the middle of Summer, a much better time for a party.

As a result, I am having a birthday celebration at my house on Friday the 15th of February. Plan is for a birthday picnic in the back yard from 6:30, moving on to a regular party afterwards.

If you are my friend, you are invited. If you don't have my address (it's in Coburg, Melbourne, Australia, for those who aren't sure, and not the first place I moved to when I moved down here) please get in contact.

Hope to see you there.

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kittenmorag
Feb. 5th, 2013 02:30 pm (UTC)
Happy birthday to you and your identity, Random, and here's to many more <3

=^..^=
draquin
Feb. 5th, 2013 07:26 pm (UTC)
(((Hugs))) Random. I remember :)
It's funny, we often refer to you as Random if we're talking present or recent tense, but AJ if it's long-past tense. Just habit, I guess. xxx
ozisim
Feb. 5th, 2013 10:31 pm (UTC)
Cannot get there :(

But many horrays for new yew.

I'm having fun being Sim again at work - I found out the second week that I don't answer to 'Lauren' anymore - hilarious cos the boss hasn't figured that out and thinks that I'm not easily distracted!
lena_supercat
Feb. 6th, 2013 01:08 pm (UTC)
Happy Birthday for next week!
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