old
as the social medias of yore have divulged to those i have befriended in the virtual sphere, who are permitted to read....
my latest birthaversary has occured.
i don't recall the exact time, as my memory is as transparent as the faux test tube i was discovered in, lying in gutter, befrore mum picked me up***
thank you for your wishes.
i wrote this two days ago whilst drunk and watching "in the thick of it", and i have no shame.
all this day does is remind me how much closer to "buy shit for your kids because the telly and their friends have told you to"-mas is.
in the mean time, fuck you. dont like my honesy? why are we friends?
***complete bollocks