Yep, its my birthday. 19 years old. Yes! One more year of being a ‘teenager’ (though pretty sure you’re considered an adult in Aus by the time you’re 18.…. Next year I’ll be in my twenties ^^ Does this mean I cant perv on the teen skanks anymore? True they are trashy as hell and the only reason I’d touch one with a 12foot pole is to hit them with out getting scag on my hands, but damn do their arses look good in those short shorts.

Hmm…guess I shouldn’t say stuff like that either. Dammit! Ah well, I’ll lose the stigma (urge to say stigmata) of having ‘teen’ in my name and people wont assume I have Zac Effrons name scrawled all over my binder.

……though I do want to lick soft cheeses off his rippling abs. But then kill him. I swear.

Yas: Sorry guys. She’s not even drunk yet, just a little sleep deprived.

You try going to sleep getting spooned by a girl while her cat tries to crawl under the blanket and under your arm and it’s a billion degrees. We went to bed at 2, didn’t get to sleep till about 4, then woken by loving birthday wishes from my family, friends, and a guy who isn’t a friend or even someone I’m into. Sooooo tired. Hitting the coffee and bourbon.

So, anywho! Birthday cheer!

Wish me a happy birthday, make me a resent, or neither. I don’t really mind if you don’t do anything. I’ll (hopefully) have a good day, and if not, at least I’ll have paid off my bed ^^

Yas: *ta-ta hugs Rave* My little birdy is growing up so fast! *fake sobs*

Oooh, there’s money in your cleavage!

Yas: *cackles* Bye all!

--Rave

P.S: Come back on msn? Theres something I want from you today more than most.