Awake... check
Cooked Breakfast... check
Burnt hand... check
Smashed plate... check
Washed up... check
Wet Clothes... check
Drunk Coke... check
Music pumping... check
Someone to attack... check
Yes indeedy, if you were all happy and stuff because I am back, and faithfully clickied on the link to Lauren's page you'll have quickly realised that she's not coming to my 21st.
You can't run far enough to escape my wrath babyee, I'll huntcha down.
Actually, I think I'll just send Pete to get her, he's got more wrath in his little toe than myself and the whole US army put together.
Shout outs: heh, cause I can
Radar: yes, Astronaut Barbeque Party = Great track, made a perfect birthday SMS.
About 12 other people: who also sent me birthday SMSs, but at various times that it was a given that I'd be fast asleep. You bastards, I did not need more reminding that yes, indeed, I had turned 21.
Mum and Dad: for not reminding me, and acting like nothing had happened.
Kevin T. Green: for winning the auction for my video card, and helping to fund my drug habit.
Everyone else: for not bugging me.
kthxbi
