Fuck you all.....
the 'What the fuck' day of the year is almost here for me. The fucking birthday. I don't crib about one more year or one less year and apart from the usual mood swings pre b'day i try not giving much importance to it. This one is different from all the others.very different. For the first time in a really long time i don't have a girlfriend or hordes of friends around to wish me birthday/go partying etc. which also means no birthday presents (wtf am i ? 9 ). All the new friends i have in the city i live in currently don't know my birthday, the ones who know are bound to forget. except a few. i also do not have any negativity around me. No people who could have any negative influence or disrupt my life in any way and i am incredibly happy about it coz i made a huge effort to chop off those rotten strings.
i really never knew what to say when someone says happy birthday to you or the dreaded "many many happy returns of the day" urghhh. Since thank you is not a word i use often, i always say "same to you". Which people take as a joke though i mean it in a very Tabasco sauce dripped sarcastic way. worst are the ex-girlfriend calls. so now to get away from all this superficial birthday unpleasantness i have devised the perfect plan. the phone shall be switched off from 11 pm the night before, primarily giving a buffer for those fucktards who call an hour in advance coz they wanna stay on the line till 12 and be the first ones to wish. Phone will remain switched off the whole day of the birthday till the morning after. no emails will be checked or online presence displayed. And to avoid the bastardly few who will turn up at my place, i plan to head out to the city post breakfast and come back only late late night. so i am effectively not going to hear any "happy birthday to you" through the day. Motherfucking birthday. people call people meet people give presents drink alcohol go home and sleep. what the fuck is the point ? king for a day.....
but i do have a few birthday wishes... well i am a sucker for presents. think fat kid in candy store cliché. The best present i ever got was a black zippo. that was a fun birthday. she looked nice. She had swell tits...
i really really want my ex-bff to quit smoking. but the biatch she is, she won't. I mean if someone who was really important to me wanted me to quit smoking i would without a hiccup. I am simply not important anymore.
I want a super big half pineapple/half black forest cake. and a pack of Romanian lucky strikes and una bottiglia del mio vino italiano favorito.
i want bush impeached/executed/raped by gay brotha's/..... scientology exposed for good.....return of the big classic rock bands......mumbai renamed bombay......gorgeous girls to be smart....new cure for cancer....
It's amazing how confident i am that i can never have a happy birthday in the true sense. i can already here some of my pld pals saying "it must suck to have a birthday without any surprises". now that i think of it the best b'day i had was probably when i was 8. I can't finish this post this is getting fucking ridiculous. I am outta here..
i really never knew what to say when someone says happy birthday to you or the dreaded "many many happy returns of the day" urghhh. Since thank you is not a word i use often, i always say "same to you". Which people take as a joke though i mean it in a very Tabasco sauce dripped sarcastic way. worst are the ex-girlfriend calls. so now to get away from all this superficial birthday unpleasantness i have devised the perfect plan. the phone shall be switched off from 11 pm the night before, primarily giving a buffer for those fucktards who call an hour in advance coz they wanna stay on the line till 12 and be the first ones to wish. Phone will remain switched off the whole day of the birthday till the morning after. no emails will be checked or online presence displayed. And to avoid the bastardly few who will turn up at my place, i plan to head out to the city post breakfast and come back only late late night. so i am effectively not going to hear any "happy birthday to you" through the day. Motherfucking birthday. people call people meet people give presents drink alcohol go home and sleep. what the fuck is the point ? king for a day.....
but i do have a few birthday wishes... well i am a sucker for presents. think fat kid in candy store cliché. The best present i ever got was a black zippo. that was a fun birthday. she looked nice. She had swell tits...
i really really want my ex-bff to quit smoking. but the biatch she is, she won't. I mean if someone who was really important to me wanted me to quit smoking i would without a hiccup. I am simply not important anymore.
I want a super big half pineapple/half black forest cake. and a pack of Romanian lucky strikes and una bottiglia del mio vino italiano favorito.
i want bush impeached/executed/raped by gay brotha's/..... scientology exposed for good.....return of the big classic rock bands......mumbai renamed bombay......gorgeous girls to be smart....new cure for cancer....
It's amazing how confident i am that i can never have a happy birthday in the true sense. i can already here some of my pld pals saying "it must suck to have a birthday without any surprises". now that i think of it the best b'day i had was probably when i was 8. I can't finish this post this is getting fucking ridiculous. I am outta here..
20 comments:
How abt both of us quitting to smoke in the same time?
I think bdays are cool days, what's so bad abt letting ur friends spoil u rotten?
Awwwww.
Pause
Awwwwwwwww.
Hee hee.
You know what I'm going to give you? A Zippo with number 9 inscribed on it :)..and a world where quitting things for each other is not equated with ...ahemm..love.
butterfly, Fuck you !
little girl,there's one thing smoking a ciggy and cherishing theres another being a smoke whore... i don't want no fucking birthday presents..
So what is smoke whore for you? Someone who smokes too much or rather can't smoke at all?
But I insist! Stop sulking on your burrrrday
now, now, exile...that's not the way to blow the candles out...
Always polite huh?
jerry, go write something cool your blog boy !
butterfly, really who the fuck are you ??
who suddnely descends upon my blog and goes blah blah ...
I'm dragostea din tei!!!
I'm a Goa girl, a bunicuta and a smoke whore!!
Now u recognize me?
"Motherfucking birthday. people call people meet people give presents drink alcohol go home and sleep. what the fuck is the point ? king for a day....."
That was good stuff staring back from the screen.Awesome.
And yes, whats with the quit smoking ?
many many happy returns of the day.
butter, lease stop reading this blog asap.
vat,wat part of "quit smoking" do you not understand ?
fishy, shut up kid !
Ha ha ha ha. Fuck. You're in the most beautiful mood ever.
little one, i still want the zippo !
Did I read Butter(s) somewhere here, and I was thinkin South Park all of a sudden. Well about smoking, some self-righteous prick was tellin me the "side-effects" of smoking the other day after my hectic English paper, what can I say, quitting ain't a good habit, I guess.
Btw, blessed woman, I called. And you didn't pick & didn't return my call. Thank you. Next time I won't bother wishing you.
jerry, smoking aint a good habit ! lets just face it
mel, but my b'day isnt here yet :)
the part you mentioned babeh. none of it.AND I want the zippo!
fuck, you know what, i know, funny even the cigarette packet says so, my effed throat says so as well...and thats how it is man!
vat, u also ... stop reading this blog !!!
jerry. as mr.mackey would say "cigerette's are bad um'kay"
so when is your birthday? lets drink to it!
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