The big 1-7 on Sunday. And week 5 of me and Spawn of Satan.

Well, it's official. This Sunday, I get old. er

Seventeen, bitch! Woo hoo!

.....

Anyways, December 14th is my birthday. Cheers and beers to all who share that same blessed day.

For the record, I'm still dating S.O.S. (Marc, for you newbies.)
It'll be five weeks this Sunday, my birthday, actually.

Oh, the pain involved in it o.0

Sure, he's a nice guy and all, but he's been seriously pissing me off these past three weeks. Hell, to be fully honest, I've wanted to break up with him for the past four weeks.
On top of this, I've got a crush on someone ELSE!

Yes, it's horrible.
But if you met this guy, you'd completely understand.

For starters, he went to a party. Was supposed to bring me. Told me the evening before that I couldn't go with him [literally]. Confessed to being kissed and groped by another girl. And to top off that bullshit, he said, "Nothing bad, right?"

If murder wouldn't result in going to prison, he would be dead in a gutter somewhere. Right now.

What kind of motherfucking asshole goes and does something like that behind your back then tells you it wasn't a big deal to your face?

God, I really hate men. Sometimes.

But, not all men are evil. Some are dead.

And one day even the Spawn of Satan will meet his demise.

Mwahahahahaha.