The First Post
Birthdays are wonderful things. I've never before taken advantage of the birthday, in regards to my friends and family, to show them how cool and great I think they are to me. (Aaw)
But no longer!
It is soon to be Kaif's birthday, and I vow here and now with all of my heart, but not the rest of my circulatory system, that this year will not be a dud. "What?" you ask, "Kaif had a bad birthday last year?" It was her twenty-first birthday. You know what that means, right, or do I need to help you out? Okay, fine, it means booze. But there was no booze to be found.
Let me clarify something. I don't drink much- a Guinness at a ceili, bushmaels at toasting ceremonies, mead whenever the hell I can get it!! (which is not often)- but spending such a milestone without even a taste of your new privilege is something I would consider bad. Yes, I know I didn't have any alcohol on my big one two backwards, but it was made up for ten-fold, no, twenty-tragillion-fold by the unexpected presence of my dear foster-siblings, (and Dierdre!). I was two-hundred miles away, and they still found me.
Then there's Kaif. She got to sit around while some people talked about maybe taking her out for a shot later after this show one more piece of cake oh look how late it is we're going now blah blah blah. You know where I was? I forgot. But not holding back her hair while she vomited like movies say I should have been, that's for sure. I probably had work, or something dumb. So look out, Kaif, because this year is going to be something special.
And look out too, 'lexi butt, and you Feenz, 'cuz this birthday bus aint stoppin' tils we pays you back for whachu done ta me! Kicking it.
Speaking of Feenz. Your crazy powers are amazing. Since typing it is easier than speaking it, "thank you". You know what for. Or do you need me to help you out with that one too? You know what, figure it out for yourself.
But no longer!
It is soon to be Kaif's birthday, and I vow here and now with all of my heart, but not the rest of my circulatory system, that this year will not be a dud. "What?" you ask, "Kaif had a bad birthday last year?" It was her twenty-first birthday. You know what that means, right, or do I need to help you out? Okay, fine, it means booze. But there was no booze to be found.
Let me clarify something. I don't drink much- a Guinness at a ceili, bushmaels at toasting ceremonies, mead whenever the hell I can get it!! (which is not often)- but spending such a milestone without even a taste of your new privilege is something I would consider bad. Yes, I know I didn't have any alcohol on my big one two backwards, but it was made up for ten-fold, no, twenty-tragillion-fold by the unexpected presence of my dear foster-siblings, (and Dierdre!). I was two-hundred miles away, and they still found me.
Then there's Kaif. She got to sit around while some people talked about maybe taking her out for a shot later after this show one more piece of cake oh look how late it is we're going now blah blah blah. You know where I was? I forgot. But not holding back her hair while she vomited like movies say I should have been, that's for sure. I probably had work, or something dumb. So look out, Kaif, because this year is going to be something special.
And look out too, 'lexi butt, and you Feenz, 'cuz this birthday bus aint stoppin' tils we pays you back for whachu done ta me! Kicking it.
Speaking of Feenz. Your crazy powers are amazing. Since typing it is easier than speaking it, "thank you". You know what for. Or do you need me to help you out with that one too? You know what, figure it out for yourself.