home for the weekend. "friends" are mad at me because that means i won't be hanging out with them. as fucking if. fuck them. they aren't real friends.
anywhoooo
home with lost of food and lots of vodka sounds like a better birthday weekend anyway.

it occurred to me, being this antisocial is a lot more expensive...
food and vodka, for one night for me, is like..... anywhere from $20 to $60.... to be able to binge, purge, and then drink "properly" anyway...
lol what even is "proper" when it comes to b/p lololol no such thing.

i am in a fairly odd mood..........
imma go bake me a cake now, for mah birfday. imma bake mah cake and eat it too! maybe even eat it twice if i'm lucky tonight, because my first b/p of the day i didn't get any food up, just water :| and solution was to eat more food what i can't even what sense does that make?!??!?!?!?!

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i tried to make my cake say "happy fucking birthday" i got halfway through the word fucking and the icing bag broke and the rest of the icing spilled all over the goddamn cake.

it will still taste the same. i cant even fucking ice a cake right. fuck everything.

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and my mom is just like "that just means less time you have to wait before you get to eat it!"

oh yay i get to eat more fucking food! sparkle hearts stars sparkle sparkle :DD <33 ~*~*~*~*~*~

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im definitely throwing up in HER toilet tonight and NOT mine.