In keeping with tradition my birthday week has, once again, been of paramount shitiness. That’s right. Mega-Suck-Fest 5000. Work has been insanely busy. And awful. So busy that I get to work on my birthday. The sun is a stupid bitchturd and I hate it. It’s just unreasonably hot. One of my best friends has decided this is a great week to never speak to me so that I’ll hate my entire existence. It’s really been quite fantastical all around. Still didn’t win the damn lottery, yet. Which is okay. Cause it was only $40 million. Which is like $24m cash. Which is like.. $15m after taxes if I’m lucky. And.. What the hell am I supposed to do with that pocket change. $15m won’t even buy me a good wife. PFFT. So yea.
In other good news. I seriously think I broke my wrist. But atleast I have a really good story to tell. Alright so.. Essentially every other wednesday night we have taco night. The cousins and such. So. I was at taco night. I went to pick up a taco shell. POP. …… Yea.. . No no.. not like.. a 540lb taco shell. A regular one. I have no idea. but. It is excruciating to do pretty much anything involving my wrist. and It pops every time I move it now. So.. I looked it up on Web MD. And it’s definitely a brain tumor. So.. It was nice knowing you guys.
More importantly now that my wrist is gone. My air bending training is gonna be shot all to hell. And I had just about mastered it, too. Drats. Life’s always keeping our people down. …
.. I’m sitting here watching the clock as it counts down to my birthday. Alone .. Again.
I’m gonna make this one request to the universe. Same as I make on many special occasions. Knowing I can’t have what I really want. But, Dear Universe. For my birthday. A simple kiss. Would make me feel so much better about life. And help me make it through the year. So. If you care. There it is. If you don’t. I’ll know when these 24 hours are up. (Yes, I’m a Disney Princess. Go to hell.)
Also.. If you could make my wrist be not a busted up piece of junk anymore. That’d be swell.
And to my friend who is being a chickenbutt and not talking to me anymore.
… Sorry.