I am twenty years old now. I'm no longer a sexy teen. It was my birthday on Monday and it was pretty interesting.
I woke up and played Cake Mania for several hours until JJ came home from work early with mom and David. Momma and David happened to bring VEGETABLE SAMOSAS. I was pumped. After I feasted on Indian cuisine, Momma and I knit up a storm.
Then JJ told me we couldn't go to the Casino because he didn't get his health card renewed. What a bummer. I was pretty upset about this. My whole birthday extravaganza hinged on eating at the Casino and gambling.
New gameplan. Manadarin. I would eat until I couldn't move and I would get myself a little mocktail since I can't drink. Momma, David, Cheryl, Dad, Chris and JJ shared my birthday celebrations with me. Instead of desert, I ate mashed potatoes. I love pregnancy cravings.
Present wise I got maternity wear, pyjamas and a funky pregnant lady dress. I also got new tights, cocoa butter and pregnancy candies to stop nausea.
We came home and I was feeling pretty good. I was thinking that this was a good birthday... and then it happened. I was looking for my cellphone all over the place and couldn't find it. I didn't bring it because I was focused on eating, so I left it at home. Frustrated, I sat on the bed and Charlie moved out of the way. What do I see under his fat ass dog body?
A DESTROYED CELLPHONE! There were holes for huge bulldog fangs all over the mangled thing. There were no buttons on the front anymore. The screen on the front was destroyed, caved in to be exact. It was covered in slobber and I knew that poor battery must have been shot. I turned it over and sure enough there was a huge bite mark carved into it. I turn the phone on, just to see what could happen. It turned on. I flipped it open to see if I could use that screen. Nope, that would be too easy. And then the phone realised it's a broken, piece of shit and turned off. Never to be turned on again. Justin openly admits that the phone should not have been left on the bed, but what's done is done. Bye bye KEYBO.
So bad ending right? Well JJ gave me a massage to make up for it and as I was drifting off to sleep he asks me to open my eyes. I said no, I was sleeping and he can wait. He said he had a present and I told him I'd get it in the morning and rolled over. He wouldn't stop harassing me so I finally looked up and he had a ring in his hand. Needless to say, we're now engaged.
GOOD BIRTHDAY, BAD BIRTHDAY AND GOOD AGAIN.