Good morning. Sort of.
Am I ever glad birthdays come but once a year.
Last night I went out with my sister (well, she's not really my sister, but since I dont have a REAL sister, and she doesn't have a REAL brother, we've kind of adopted each other) and the little slut got me hammered - again. I got home no problem no worries whatsoever, but when I woke up this morning at like 5:30 my head felt like I was at Ramstein concert.
Word to the wise: celebrate your birthday on one or two days MAX.
