Oh come on you prats. I know you don't like posting in here, but at least have the decency of saying happy birthday. I just sat through seven hours of ancient highly-Christian dudes stepping up to a podium and then reminiscing about something I had absolutely nothing to do with. This was interspersed with a couple songs sung by The World's Most Depressingly Religious Family, one guy who serenaded us with songs so God-loving they should have been x-rated (and he did so with a horrible singing voice and a rather poor guitar-playing hand), and a nervous wreck who should have spent a little more time tuning his violin before he played on it. And then I come back to the warmth and comfort of a real house after sitting on my arse in a church for hours on end, and I check both my public stations to find not a single birthday greeting. Feelin' pretty ace right now (although this is partly my fault, as apparently Facebook stopped displaying my birthday information at some point and I didn't notice).
Ah, bugger it. I'll feel better after getting some real food in my stomach. The sandwiches they served at the church were simply not good quality. And then came a massive assortment of sugar-doused cream that served as cakes (actually, I can't really complain about the cakes. They were pretty good, it's just that I have a hard time eating a lot of sugar in one sitting).
Currently listening to Aerosmith through one ear, since my headphones stopped sending sound through the right hand speaker a long time ago, and my phone earbuds somehow manage to block out the singing (and only the singing) when connected to my computer. Yay.
On the upside, my grandfather has given me a stick of deodorant that he isn't using. Okay, so it smells like old lady, but it's better than nothing. Now I just need to look up the multisyllabic ingredients to see if I just smeared carcinogens into my armpits.
Happy birthday to meee-ee, happy birthday to me!
*And many more!*
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