BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAH.
Oh, I'm quite literererererally dressed up with nowhere to go. Craig's behind on the whole DVD release thing so Hairspray is kind of ruled out for tonight. And that was sort of second choice to begin with. Due to some persistant insomnia (Over two hours it took me to fall asleep, Over two damn hours!) time's not been on my side since I've got up either, really so ...there ya go.
I have a yearly tradition of disappointment, don't I? Ah, could be worse, I had mild meningitis on my 16th (although the worse thing then was that we'd planned a get together and didn't have to call it off because no sod turned up anyway. How lousy are my friends, I ask ye?). And then my 10th birthday was somewhat spoilt by the unwanted guest of puberty. What does a kid do to deserve *that*? "Yay! I'm ten! It's my birthday! And- ARGH I'M BLEEDING FROM AN ORIFICE ARGH HALP."
Waaay too much information, sorry. Anyway, my point - I do believe I had one - is, um, it could be worse.
There's bugger all on the TV, so I'm going to poke the internet for a bit, call my family (yes, because thanks for wishing me happy birthday! Oh, you didn't), ogle the Joking Apart publicity pics Craig's got me (handcuffs!) and plunge the very depths of my imagination so as to pretend I'm pissed at some party somewhere. Is that what an alternate me's doing right now?
Anyways, merci beaucoup to my online friends for the birthday wishes. They don't work, but they are still appreciated with all my soooooouuul.
I have a yearly tradition of disappointment, don't I? Ah, could be worse, I had mild meningitis on my 16th (although the worse thing then was that we'd planned a get together and didn't have to call it off because no sod turned up anyway. How lousy are my friends, I ask ye?). And then my 10th birthday was somewhat spoilt by the unwanted guest of puberty. What does a kid do to deserve *that*? "Yay! I'm ten! It's my birthday! And- ARGH I'M BLEEDING FROM AN ORIFICE ARGH HALP."
Waaay too much information, sorry. Anyway, my point - I do believe I had one - is, um, it could be worse.
There's bugger all on the TV, so I'm going to poke the internet for a bit, call my family (yes, because thanks for wishing me happy birthday! Oh, you didn't), ogle the Joking Apart publicity pics Craig's got me (handcuffs!) and plunge the very depths of my imagination so as to pretend I'm pissed at some party somewhere. Is that what an alternate me's doing right now?
Anyways, merci beaucoup to my online friends for the birthday wishes. They don't work, but they are still appreciated with all my soooooouuul.