141st. st.

[not_avampire]

Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday, dear children,
Happy birthday to... me.

How old are you, now?
How old are you, now?
How old am I n-

...Wow. That's embarassing. Uh, sorry.

[ooc Yes, it is his birthday. No, he didn't tell anyone. The dumbass.]

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[warped_inside]

Is it your birthday today?

[not_avampire]

That depends entirely on if you have cake or not.

[warped_inside]

Sorry, I haven't, I really don't bake-

Cups and cakes
Cups and cakes
Oh what good things mother makes

Um. But Happy Birthday anyway?

[not_avampire]

So you say it's your birthday,
Well, it's my birthday, too, ye- flgjfdhsdhf.

It was metaphorical cake. But thanks.

[warped_inside]

Metaphorical cake I can do.

It's all of our birthdays this summer
One number older, another year younger
I'll go to your party, you'll come to mine

You're welcome.

[not_avampire]

Metaphorical cake is my favorite kind.

But I guess it's my good fortune
My birthday's today okay
For 24 hours you're wishing me well

[warped_inside]

It's certainly much better than existential cake.

From this happy day, no more blue songs,
Only whoop dee doo songs,
From this moment on.

[not_avampire]

'Metaphorical' is like the biggest word I know. I think you kinda lost me back there.

My head feels weak and suddenly
It's clear to see it's not them but me
Who's lost my self-identity.
And I hide behind these books I read...

...that is not a birthday song.

[warped_inside]

Well, just that existential cake might...you know, not really exist? In a philosophical way that's got absolutely nothing to do with your birthday or really even this entire conversation, so...yeah.

It makes no sense, don't try to figure it out

[not_avampire]

I think I'll just stick with marble cake from now on.

Casual sex, is it irrational?
Yes.
I think it's time to find ou-

...Sorry.

[warped_inside]

And the first question will be
What were you thinking?
And the next question will be
What did you say?

So cake leads your brain to sex, huh?

[not_avampire]

I'm a guy, most things lead my brain back to sex. Isn't that what cop-outs are for?

The winter is long in the city,
and that's the way I like it.
So please,
baby, please,
Open your heart,
Catch my disease.

Still, uh. Sorry, really sorry.

[warped_inside]

His words are all vain
And his promise is empty
His message is loud
But it ain't meant to be clear
He hides all the clues
That have left his hands stained and dirty
And he'll wash them with your tears

I'm pretty sure I have no idea what half of what's coming out of my mouth means. Hi! I'm Toshiko.

[not_avampire]

Then just extend that to what's coming outta my mouth and we'll be best buds. I'm Cal! I'm thirty.

Elevate me to another world
All that I can do on my own
Is leave well enough alone
(leave well enough alone)
Circumstance dropped by uninvited
and demanded to be fed
But I've already gone to bed
There's nothing you can see from inside

[warped_inside]

Yeah, I'm giving up trying to figure out where exactly most of these lyrics are coming from, since I don't even recognize half of them.

There's too many people you used to know
They see you coming they see you go.
They know your secrets and you know theirs
This town is crazy, but nobody cares.

It's nice to meet you, Cal. I think I've heard you mentioned maybe -- are you friends with Ishiah? And congratulations on being thirty.

[not_avampire]

This is the place you end up when you loose the chase
where you're dragged against your will from a basement on a hill
And all everybody knows, is you're not like them

There were was another guy running around with my name for a while, I think you got the wrong Cal. I'm the one who never leaves his apartment and obsesses about parasites?