Yes, I understand its my birthday today. And if one more of you fuckers calls me 39 I'll go postal on you all. I am not 39. I am 34. Or damn close to it at least. Whatever.
Its my birthday today people. Well, was at least. Its practically over now. Which is fine by me. Cos all in all, I havent much felt like celebrating anyway.
Some fucker bowled CAT on saturday night and she's gone, buried. Thats it. No more CAT. Im devastated.
And then, get this....that bbh2 of mine? He phones me this morning at 3.48am. Thankfully I slept through it. Then he phones me this afternoon. I says to him, did you phone me at 3.48am? He says, yes I forgot to tell you happy birthday for yesterday. I says, you are shitting me right? He says no. I says, oh for fuck sake, its today. He says....serious? I says, well, at least nothing has changed with you has it? He's just now phoned me again. Apparently the man is all depressed. He lays this on me, on MY birthday? Its my fucking birthday. I dont give a fuck how depressed he is. Its my damn birthday. I dont want to hear about his woes and whatevers. Its my bloody birthday. ITS MY BIRTHDAY.
Our boyfriend, bless his lil heart though, texted me bout two seconds after midnight...with....IN your face Jayne...he texted me with...Happy Birthday beautiful woman. See? SEE??? Then he's been on the phone all day to me. I love our boyfriend. I love our boyfriend a whole lot more than I love bbh2. Wanker. Its my damn birthday and he's ringing me to whinge about his fucking woes.........I think I shall institute a new rule for him. No phoning me unless he's sent money beforehand. This will put me in a much nicer frame of mind, and I may actually be inclined to listen to him woe and whinge. But, on my birthday? Hell no.
Over it.
Thought for this second.....Its my birthday dickhead, shut the fuck up.
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ohhhhh happy birthday D, so sorry I missed it ....Hope you had a great day! xx
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