I don’t know if its just all the birthday-related attention I’m getting or if it’s a sublimation of the newly formed hole in my heart where my youth used to be, but I feel absolutely mad with the power. So, I’m posting not one, but TWO birthday posts to myself. Yea-uh!
And, yes, you have to comment in both, bitches. (And, uh, you forgot Myspace.) God-daayum. Don’t make me eliminate you and replace you with newer, shinier robo-friends … I mean, dedicated readers whom I’ve never met before in my life.
SIGH. i just keep telling myself that this only comes but once a year.
as for myspace - yeah whateva. everybody knows they’re fake friends! fake BOY friends! you can’t afford to lose me, beeyotch.
Who you callin fake?
Fake-ity fake-ass fakey faker! :p
robo-friends? that sounds awesome, you can turn them off and stuff I assume. Where would one get those?