Mind Your Own Birthday!
Yes, it is my birthday, and if you have bothered to forget, aside from the hurt you have punctured on my feelings, what I’ll tell you is that the comment thingum of this blog is fully functional.
Yes, I’m 18. Believe it.
Yes, I’m in a good mood. Don’t even think of sabotaging my day of mirth.
Yes, I’m too reckless to sing in front of a real crowd. I can act too. Again, believe it.
Yes, this WordPress blog has just turned one year. But it appears as if this WordPress is more mature than the author himself. Lol.
No, I’m not expecting a gift from you. I’m too old for that. Don’t venture logging in to Facebook just so you can send me some virtual shit, coz hello, what will I use them for? Patty sent me a virtual gift the feeling was really different. Thanks woodycakes!
No, I’m not making you libre. I don’t live in a missionary house; you’ve bumped on the wrong person.
No, I still don’t smoke. What the hell’s with ye? Yer thinkin weird, dude.
No, I’m not a snub. I’m just conscious of my private space. Make friends with me and I’ll be hospitable. Squint viciously on me and I’ll cast a hex on you. Suggestion: If you keep some angusih against me, play innocent and don’t backstab.
No, I don’t backstab. I stab you directly to your aorta. I like channeling some of Edgar Allan Poe’s dementia.
Yes, I’m typing randomly. Bye.