Wow, this is probably the WORST Birthday I've ever had in my 17 years of life.
So my cousin leaves for work, and I stay home.
I bake myself a cake the works etc etc.
And so I call up my friends, and some of my family members.
I ask them all if they could come to my B-Day party.
Here's how the conversation's go down...
Friend 1
Sorry man, I got to go to work.
Friend 2
Naw, I'm busy right now. Maybe next time?
Friends 3-12
(Answering Machine)
Family Member 1
I'm sorry, we're going on a family trip. How about next year?
Family Member 2
Can't, my dad's blew a gasket. Can't come, sorry mate.
Family Member 3
(Answers, then hangs up)
Family Members 4-5
(Answering Machine)
Girl Friend
Yeah, of course! I'll be right there...
My girlfriend, Alaena was the only one to come to my B-Day party. All we did was eat cake and talk about what kind of food I wanted. I lost my appetite.
If it weren't for her, I would've just torn my house apart.
My cousin's going to come later, but that's at 11pm. I'm not going to stay up that late.
I tried to ride my Hayabusa, but I really wasn't in the mood.
To make things worse, I have work tomorrow. And going to be in one helluva mood.
Wow, happy birthday to you Mo.
(It took me about 30 mins to write this, because I was smashing the keyboard with my fists. My 'R' button doesn't work, so I have to copy and paste the r's.)