SO how was your weekend?
Mine was my birthday and it left something to be desired, as far as birthdays go. I got into a verbal yelling, shouting match with my bestfriend that lead itsself outside of the room and into the street, that lasted about an hour. Afterwards I went for a walk by myself with nothing but a jacket and a shopping bag full of beer. At some point a bottle slipped out of my grasp and contacted a window. oppps.
Who knew saftey glass was so fragile?
Woke up the next day to this:
annnd this:
Yeah, 5. Cause 4 wouldnt be enough.
What do you get a dork for his birthday?
one present from three friends. One I bought myself. "Oh Im sorry Tiz, i forgot to get it, its in my room, Ill give it to you tomorrow." "Sorry we never meet up so I could give you your present."
I know who my friends are.
And their not any of my nonimideate family. Their fucking rich, litteral millionares, so what did they get me? their old porcha? clothes? money? nope. nothing. these are the people that give their kids 200 dollars to go to the arcade down the block in the summer time. Who did rember? My poor as shit grandmother, who sent me a check in her shakey arthritis riddled hand writting for 21 dollars. Thats alot for her. I always throw them out.
I think Im going to have a cigeratte and go to bed. Maby in a few days Ill have a happy post again, with fun pictures of my skin.
or maby yours 
Mine was my birthday and it left something to be desired, as far as birthdays go. I got into a verbal yelling, shouting match with my bestfriend that lead itsself outside of the room and into the street, that lasted about an hour. Afterwards I went for a walk by myself with nothing but a jacket and a shopping bag full of beer. At some point a bottle slipped out of my grasp and contacted a window. oppps.
Who knew saftey glass was so fragile?
Woke up the next day to this:
annnd this:
Yeah, 5. Cause 4 wouldnt be enough.
What do you get a dork for his birthday?
one present from three friends. One I bought myself. "Oh Im sorry Tiz, i forgot to get it, its in my room, Ill give it to you tomorrow." "Sorry we never meet up so I could give you your present."
I know who my friends are.
And their not any of my nonimideate family. Their fucking rich, litteral millionares, so what did they get me? their old porcha? clothes? money? nope. nothing. these are the people that give their kids 200 dollars to go to the arcade down the block in the summer time. Who did rember? My poor as shit grandmother, who sent me a check in her shakey arthritis riddled hand writting for 21 dollars. Thats alot for her. I always throw them out.
I think Im going to have a cigeratte and go to bed. Maby in a few days Ill have a happy post again, with fun pictures of my skin.
or maby yours
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sounds like a rough night, overall. at least there were white russians involved... a lot of them. you a fan of The Big Lebowski? "another caucasian, Gary".
anyway - happy birthday. i've got a book here that declares your birthday as "the day of devotion" & says you're "dignified, devoted & aethetic" (no shit, right? about that skin...
i'm back in Olympia now - but i'll be in NYC in june. last time i cut through jersey & went over the GW into nyc. wasn't there long, but long enough to have my first Dunkin Donuts iced coffee this year. can you believe that shit? no DD's from Cali to Penn? bullshit.
hey- it's almost my birthday too... i'm getting old.