This morning my body left me the following message: "HOLY SHIT GET A GODDAMN HAIRCUT ALREADY YOU FRUIT"
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Soooooooooooo, my birthday is coming up, and once again I am faced with the bleak prospect of figuring out something to do with my relatively unpopular self. Last year I threw up. Twice. The year before that we got spit on by a dancer at Union Jacks (a girl who would eventually wind up on this very site, in fact, though I won't tell you who). The year before that I was straight-edge and so it doesn't matter.
Anyway.
I'm posting this here because the people who bother to read it are the most likely candidates to join the (maybe sorta) fun. I'm thinking something along the lines of a karaoke bar this year. Seanbaby's presence is mandatory, but if anybody else would be interested in going, let me know. I want to do it the actual day of, so it'd be on the 19th, which is a Wednesday night.
If you don't want to go, don't sweat it. I wouldn't either, if I were you.
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Soooooooooooo, my birthday is coming up, and once again I am faced with the bleak prospect of figuring out something to do with my relatively unpopular self. Last year I threw up. Twice. The year before that we got spit on by a dancer at Union Jacks (a girl who would eventually wind up on this very site, in fact, though I won't tell you who). The year before that I was straight-edge and so it doesn't matter.
Anyway.
I'm posting this here because the people who bother to read it are the most likely candidates to join the (maybe sorta) fun. I'm thinking something along the lines of a karaoke bar this year. Seanbaby's presence is mandatory, but if anybody else would be interested in going, let me know. I want to do it the actual day of, so it'd be on the 19th, which is a Wednesday night.
If you don't want to go, don't sweat it. I wouldn't either, if I were you.
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Halo rocks my face.