Greatest fucking holiday ever invented, I say.
Hence the cake.
I brought a cake to school today, and handed it out to pretty girls. And Chris. And Sean. Point is, pretty girls. They got cake, I got hugs. A lot of hugs. It was fantastic. It was also, it should be noted, not my birthday. I was at home and I thought to myself,
"Self, since the girls have left, the party is over, and we already look as good as a bugatti veyron, we should bake a cake."
"Well, self," I said to myself, "Sounds like an excellent idea."
"Yes, I thought so."
"No, really. Bloody damn good."
"Oh, me, I'm to kind."
Ha ha ha, and whatnot.
In all seriousness, though, there was a cake. And there were hot chicks. And hugs from said attractive females. I daresay, life is good. Except for dudes not shutting up about it and almost getting lynched (twice, in fact), it was fantastic.
There's a new Sherlock Holmes trailer out, watch it here. Quite the film, I plan to see it.
Mayhap with someone... nah. To hell with that. Speaking of relationships, though, I spent the day with Conor's group, and pretty much everyone is hooked up. Except me. It appears, my friends, hell has frozen over. If I wasn't the godless heathen I remain, then I would yell at Jesus a bit. I am, though, so I'll yell at someone else.
Anyone interested in getting yelled at, gimme a ring.
On a final note, apologies for the short post yesterday. Comment, por favor?
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
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4 comments:
I want to see that movie too, it looks good. And thank goodness someone else has conversations with themselves, I thought I was the only one! :p
you can yell at me if u want, even though im the exception to your observation... sadly im not with anyone either lol
I got no cake :(
It's alright though, I'm really not a cake person. To sweet. I'd rather have something salty, like popcorn :)
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