Well, my birthday came and went. Just like that! I wasn't even happy or sad or anything about it. I was just so totally blah on the day, it could very well have been any other day. It was sweet of Rita* and Maya* to show up late at night to wish me. Emily*, too. But I honestly wasn't feeling my birthday! Crazy right? Plus I ordinarily love birthdays! I love being more happy and getting presents, eating good food and chocolate cake but yeah, this birthday sucked ass like Raj Thackeray sucks ass all the time (literally). Could I be turning into a Paa like Emily says? I surely hope not. And I'm TWENTY-FRICKING-THREE! That is way better than twenty-shitty-four, twenty-bloody-five and yeah twenty-assholish-eight. So I just don't know why I couldn't get myself to colour my hair purple and bungee-jump from the Eiffel. I suppose it's high time I give up on Blaze. I mean, he'll never see me anyway. So what if he did, the last time when I was in Cupcake*? It was just because... well, I don't know why, really. Screw it! Plus, I'm an idiot, cuz he has a girlfriend. A girlfriend he broke up with and now is re-dating. May be I should rant in the form of stupid rhymes (as I usually do!):
Guys are stupid, guys are dicks,
They should be pounded on the head with concrete bricks.
They are denser than Raj Thackeray
And only look to lay...
Boobs and an ass will only catch their eyes
It don't matter if those bimbos are filled with lies (or lice)!
We love them, we hate them
But most of all, we crave them.
Such idiots guys are...
They don't see what is near, but focus on what is far.
I like you, I hate you
I just want to throttle you.
That sums up my literary intelligence for now. It was more of a rant than a poem to be appreciated but whatever... you're reading it so suck it!
*Names have been changed due to personal preferences of the Author.
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