she always thinks she's dying2009-08-14 | 2:05 a.m.
one keeps aging. i was born exactly 25 years ago this minute. except leap years or something. a quarter of a century trying to convince everyone that i could die any minute. brandon says i'll die one hour before my birthday, when i am 99, at a surprise party for me.
"99 year olds don't go out at midnight", says i. "this one will"
ps- in my underwear on the couch. and D is doing sudoku. breathing loudly. i guess because he is tall. so thin so tall hurricane of carbon dioxide D didn't wish me happy birthday. theres no tv, no music, no talking. i downloaded AIM to talk to steven he offered a suicide pact as proof of our BFF status. too dramatic. we'd never do it and we are too lazy. so we made a coma pact. laziest pact ever. steven said maybe when we wake, people will hate sudoku and we will finally be impressed with something for once. it made me laugh. so did the heavy breathing. ME-->[bleedonyourblood (2:45:42 AM): i swear to god, he's breathing for a family of four] i almost lost it. but i was tired. i had to say goodnight. [bleedonyourblood (3:12:32 AM): i'm gonna shit in your sheets] [steven (3:12:49 AM): I do most every night] thanks to daniel (erases) for the birthday wish. happy birthday to me |
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