I’m gearing up for my ten-day birthday event (read: cleaning my house, the dishes, some drawing…balance my checkbook) and the construction of a mayonnaise cake (you have no idea so don’t even open your mouth, idiot).
Originally I was going to go to Maine, but that bottomed out. Then I was going to go to Ponderosa with a bunch of friends, but that shit the bed. Then it was a BBQ idea, but…well you see the trend.
As far as I see it, doing nothing for my 25th birthday is a perfect representation of what I’ve DONE with my life so far. Nothing. I regret never doing drugs or smoking or drinking or being a bully. I wish I had been that drugged out idiot girl that everyone wants to fuck and does and attends the parties of.
With any luck, the LHC will take care of things in October.
