nineteen~
The tail end of last week might possibly have been my best. Week. Ever. Not only did I get to ride horses and kick ass at dominoes, but I got home to all sorts of birthday presents. Being fourteen is gonna rock, it's my year to shine. I'm becoming a woman already, I know this 'cause the guy behind the counter at Starbucks totally hit on me when I was getting my morning mocha.
Overall, my birthday presents were awesome, but there were a couple crappy ones. Like my step-daddy's parents sent me a fuckin' Justin Bieber cd! I gave it to my uncles' brother - who gave me a motorcycle helmet, which is suh-weet - to use for target practice. Don't they know I ain't a baby no more? Justin Bieber is kids music! All I gotta say about him is that if he don't do a cover of 'Billie Jean' if that paternity test comes back negative then he's wasting a great opportunity. At least my mama sent me money, nothin' beats cash for a present.
One more week before I go back to school, what should I do with myself...?
Overall, my birthday presents were awesome, but there were a couple crappy ones. Like my step-daddy's parents sent me a fuckin' Justin Bieber cd! I gave it to my uncles' brother - who gave me a motorcycle helmet, which is suh-weet - to use for target practice. Don't they know I ain't a baby no more? Justin Bieber is kids music! All I gotta say about him is that if he don't do a cover of 'Billie Jean' if that paternity test comes back negative then he's wasting a great opportunity. At least my mama sent me money, nothin' beats cash for a present.
One more week before I go back to school, what should I do with myself...?