i’m sorry for being a crab. every year my birthday always ends up gay except for the party i had when i was in senior kindergarden THAT WAS AWESOME! there’s even footage of it one day i will dvd that shit. anyway i read more of my fantasy book in the bath and felt pretty sorry for myself ok no i didn’t well maybe a little. then i went windex mental in the bathroom.

last nite i convinced pitt to come out for karaoke and whiskey it was pretty retarded. i sang so whatcha want for the millionth time cos one guy who works there LOVES it when i do and there were 40 spanish minors there sitting in the front not understanding one fucking word i was screaming into the mic and giving my dance moves cut-eye.

then i ate two spicy beef patties and had hiccups for half an hour and pitt talked to these security rent-a-cops more like loud drunkenly screamed greetings at them from across the street. oh he also gave some random guy the twenty bucks fil and then i had to force on him for drinks and told the guy to get us a round and keep the change. ungh.