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Punani
HE
DELIBRATELY
FORGOT.
No birthday surprise, not even a cliche "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!" wish. Nadda, nothing, zilch.
Honestly speaking this is just a small thing kan? He probably just got carried away or distracted or something kan??
SO WHY DO I FEEL LIKE SOMEONE JUST KICKE
Maybe cz i was expecting you to do something so amazing/fucked up for my birthday that i would remember it til i die.
Or maybe cz i was hoping that i'd AT LEAST be significant enough for you to WANT to do something so amazing/fucked up for my birthday that i would remember it til i die.
Ever since 12 midnight, my phone has been spammed with phone calls and text messages from everyone on this goddamn planet! I swear, if Johnny Depp had my number he'd have called me up and sang HAPPY BIRTHDAY while doing his gay Jack Sparrow walk. And I even had friggin cupcakes delivered to my friggin doorstep at the ungodliest of hours ok! (which btw were orgasmic thanks Hatji :D)
But what was HE doing??
Installing programs for some stupid game. Which he has been playing for the past 34 hours. And is still playing.
God, i don't know whether i should just laugh or cry.
But what i DO know is...This male specimen shall not father my children. No. Never. Eeeee.
Ok so i'm supposed to be all happy and gay and merry since today is like what, the 19th anniversary of the day of my birth?? But fuck I AM NOT!! In fact i feel like a sexually frustrated rhinoceros that has been force-fed gallons of Red Bull.
RAMPAGE RAMPAGE RAMPAGE RAMPAGEEEEEEE! *smoke comes out from Le Noseholes*
Of course he, the useless half-breed, doesn't know that flames are shooting out my ass even as we speak. Possibly cz stupidity is synonymous in nature to useless half-breeds like the one in question.And possibly cz my whale-like ego did not permit the disclosing of such goddamning information.
But what pisses me off most is that i'm actually pissed off by all this! Like Wtf! I'm supposed to be this untouchable goddess; a totally zen, mysterious, do-i-look-like-i-give-a-fuck rocker chick and here i am, behaving like an anal baboon! Fuck man, i'm so disgusted that he's finally succeeded in having some emotional power over me. So much so that even stupid things like this can fuck me up on the inside. ARGH!
I know right? I'm so wayang queen to the max that i make that Regina chick in Mean girls look like a Carmelite nun.
YAH BEETCH HATE ME ALREADAYYYY.
However, the only consolation is that i get to stuff myself to mental retardation tonight at Hartz Chicken with my sexay people. Yay for my fat-assness!
And i feel so much better already. :D
Note: This is just a spur of a moment rant which i will probably end up deleting cz i'm awesome like that. Also, i'd probably end up forgiving the fucker the minute he calls me out for a drink god i hate myself cz i can't be cool and heartless like Angelina Jolie why why WHYYYYY??
Honestly speaking this is just a small thing kan? He probably just got carried away or distracted or something kan??
SO WHY DO I FEEL LIKE SOMEONE JUST KICKE
Maybe cz i was expecting you to do something so amazing/fucked up for my birthday that i would remember it til i die.
Ever since 12 midnight, my phone has been spammed with phone calls and text messages from everyone on this goddamn planet! I swear, if Johnny Depp had my number he'd have called me up and sang HAPPY BIRTHDAY while doing his gay Jack Sparrow walk. And I even had friggin cupcakes delivered to my friggin doorstep at the ungodliest of hours ok! (which btw were orgasmic thanks Hatji :D)
But what was HE doing??
Installing programs for some stupid game. Which he has been playing for the past 34 hours. And is still playing.
God, i don't know whether i should just laugh or cry.
But what i DO know is...This male specimen shall not father my children. No. Never. Eeeee.
Ok so i'm supposed to be all happy and gay and merry since today is like what, the 19th anniversary of the day of my birth?? But fuck I AM NOT!! In fact i feel like a sexually frustrated rhinoceros that has been force-fed gallons of Red Bull.
RAMPAGE RAMPAGE RAMPAGE RAMPAGEEEEEEE! *smoke comes out from Le Noseholes*
Of course he, the useless half-breed, doesn't know that flames are shooting out my ass even as we speak. Possibly cz stupidity is synonymous in nature to useless half-breeds like the one in question.
But what pisses me off most is that i'm actually pissed off by all this! Like Wtf! I'm supposed to be this untouchable goddess; a totally zen, mysterious, do-i-look-like-i-give-a-fuck rocker chick and here i am, behaving like an anal baboon! Fuck man, i'm so disgusted that he's finally succeeded in having some emotional power over me. So much so that even stupid things like this can fuck me up on the inside. ARGH!
I know right? I'm so wayang queen to the max that i make that Regina chick in Mean girls look like a Carmelite nun.
YAH BEETCH HATE ME ALREADAYYYY.
However, the only consolation is that i get to stuff myself to mental retardation tonight at Hartz Chicken with my sexay people. Yay for my fat-assness!
And i feel so much better already. :D
Note: This is just a spur of a moment rant which i will probably end up deleting cz i'm awesome like that. Also, i'd probably end up forgiving the fucker the minute he calls me out for a drink god i hate myself cz i can't be cool and heartless like Angelina Jolie why why WHYYYYY??