No, I didn't flunk a class (this time/yet), but it was my birthday. Yup, a whole other year older, and just as fuckin' stupid. And no, I'm not telling you my birthday -- and don't let the Myspace fool ya. I'm as stealthy as a ninja. A rather drunken ninja. Okay, maybe just drunken? Anyway, I'm a lady; I'm not divulging such details. However, at this rate, if I'm lucky, I'll end up as the slightly eccentric member of this bunch:
If I'm not lucky, then I'll end up like this:
Or slightly worse (heck, at least I'll have good teeth):
Anyway, the best part about birthdays is the presents -- eh, I mean the family together-ness. Obviously. Remember when I made this post, like back in the day? Well, I got what I asked for. Which just goes to show you: writing blogs does have it's perks. And if you have a lack of dignity/self respect (like I do), you too can get what you ask *cough* beg *cough* for.
Oh, and I also got the Hammer Horror boxset, which is just uber amazing. A perfect introduction to old-school British horror. If yer interested . . .
4 comments:
Awesome . . .
You'd better believe it, man. x
Happy Birthday, however old you are. I say we should do away with keeping our age hidden, and announce it with pride. I'm 27, and always find it funny when people ask how old I am and then immediately start backtracking in an apologetic way. I always have to reassure them that I'm happy with my age.
Having said that, I dreamt last night that I was looking at a bunch of photos of myself, and suddenly noticed that my eyes had these crazy exaggerated wrinkles - like cartoons - underneath them. Guess that's my unconscious trying to tell me I really do care...
Anyway, enjoy your movies - I'm hoping for Zombie Flesh Eaters when my next one rolls around in January.
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