The one about my birthday, hair, and you hating me
Back to that long, long.. week or two ago.. the golden days when I had my site, my layout said that ALL February was ALL mine. This seemed to piss people off. What is so special about me that I can simply take a month, and claim the ENTIRE 29 days as none other than my own? The answer is, absolutely nothing. Yet this still bothers people. Why should it bother anyone that little old me who you supposedly hate, claims something so ridiculous as mine. If I'm so hated, such an idiot, etc... then why does it bother you so much? So your mother, sister, uncle, friend, whatever is too, a February baby.. then where do I get off saying that it's mine? Ha! You fools!!! You hate me, yet you let me get to you. All I can say to you, is that you are pathetic.
As for my birthday, ah.. what a perfect day. Minus all the roadkill. My mom's friend came over and hung out with us for a while. It was really funny, because I guess he thought he had to give me something.. yet he didn't have anything. Though I would have been perfectly happy with him gracing me with his presence on the day of my birth, he went through hell and back to get me something on a Sunday. Twenty bucks and a card.. good enough for me, man. Other than that, I got my fucking jacket that I've wanted forever.. that I'm never [and haven't] taken off since Sunday, a lady bug rug with my name on it, child size puppy slippers that I make bark every time I walk [I'm sad, I know], money money money, and of course.. the tattoo that I've been talking about for two years. Great birthday, all in all. Except my mom ruining the last hour and thirteen minutes. Eh, I'm over it.. wow 17 makes you jump in maturity - NOT!
I also haven't washed my hair in about two weeks. I shower.. occasionally, but I feel if I wash my hair.. well I'm just too damn lazy to do it. That's it.. yea.