its my birthday tomorrow. and this year I understand why my mom never gets excited over her birthday. or why nobody over the age of 18 does. every year I raised all my hopes and gave them to opportunity to be shattered when expecting something (an idea, a special few words, a non-material anything.. altho i have never known what exactly) on that day.
i never get so shitfaced drunk. i mean, i try to. and everyone else tries to, but I'll turn down drinks and give them away. i still want to remember how much fun I had. And i dont want to vomit everywhere, and waking up the next day easily and without the pain of a hangover? sounds fucking excellent indeed.
im having a few folks over on saturday. that'll be fun. i havent been in the mood for social gatherings much these days. I figure its something to do with how lame I am becoming.
Just kidding. omgzzzzz i shall never become lame. neeeeevver.
well... its possible.
the mother is taking me out for lunch/supper today. i cant wait to eat some tasty tasty mongo's. mmmmmmmm...
ill writemore later. i still have "morning hands".
1 comomo's...:
i say it on facebook, i says it again, happy bday cuzzzin :)
I shall wrap doritos in festive paper - is ranch still a flavourite or is it dill pickle (i thinks?)
<3 cuz V
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