(Some latent Post)

If I hung on your every word, I’d surely get tired and fall down…

My birthday is technically tomorrow (its 12:05AM Thursday) but its still Wednesday in my mind since I’m up studying for my damn Art History final. Thank god for my wonderfully random photographic memory that I’m not quite sure how I acquired given that on some days I can hardly recall what I did two hours prior. Either way, I hope it does not fail me tomorrow…

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24 years ago day I was born. After a whopping 36 hours of labor and a traumatic birth, yours truly (that’s me) was born into this world. I still don’t think it’s recovered. I don’t much care for birthdays. The majority of people that I wanted to surround myself with were gone. Jon – London. Dan – DCish. Carlee & Amy – California (A big two fingers for that Cali). My mom said that I would have had a better birthday in London, I’m quite inclined to agree though, I would have had to take a handful of people across the pond with me to make anything worth while. I was flooded with phone calls and messages and posts saying happy birthday, which was quite nice. I was also rolling around in my bed until 4pm aside from the occasional venture to the toilet to puke my guts up. Dry heaving… haven’t done that in a while. It’s terrible, cold and clammy while sweating and shaking with tears mixed with mascara going down your face and the intermittent swears that managed to escape between boughts of heaving. I have class that is comparable to none.
Dan rang me and we talked for a bit, I quite enjoy our talks. I think I might have still been intoxicated slightly. Nothing to be done about that really. While writhing around my phone went off, it was boy. “Happy birthdaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaae,” it read. *smiles while trying to not throw up* He then posted an in-utero fetus on my facebook, gross, and charming at the same time. Reminded me of the exhibit that is going on at the Saatchi right now, which I’ve not been to, but WILL go to, dragging him along, willingly I assume. So interesting and quirky and completely… him.
ANYHOW, enough of that dribble. Tonight will be far less drunk happeningage than last night. I was 1234235 sheets to the wind by the end of my set. Fucking terrible. Gin & gin & more gin. I have no idea how it all happened to quickly either. And BOOM – massive drunk. Teebee or Meat Katie? Not keen on being about the CoB. Teebee sounds fab. Drum & Bass and friends. I’m inclined to say that it will be sexy. For now, I’m going to eat sushi with my great friend since the others opted out of birthday dinners. They can piss off, psh.

Sunday the piercing will commence. Sadist.