Happy birthday Mum
today is my mum’s birthday.
happy birthday, mum, and we love you.
(and i’m sorry for all those times i bought shoes and hid them from you)
(now you know the truth.)
(it’s your birthday, remember, your birthday!!!)
i’m so tired, but i just can’t sleep.
i don’t know why!!
i mean..i KNOW i’m tired (i accidentally tried to wash my hair with Woolite yesterday)
BUT I JUST CAN’T SLEEP!!!
I’ve noticed that people tend to like to talk to me when I’ve just woken up.
By people I mean my brother, and by just woken up I mean they poke/shake me until I wake up.
he they proceed to ask me questions like
“Why is your TV still on?”
“Can you explain the theory of relativity to me?”
“Can you find me post-its/pens/the remote/grapes/Vitagen/foot massager*?”
*every so often, one of my brothers asks me for the foot massager, which I haven’t seen in over a year, but he still hopes I’ll look for it, in which case I should probably just say I THINK IT’S GONE AND DIED!!!!!
WHY DO YOU LIKE TO ASK ME THESE THINGS?
THAT is what I hear.
I’m obviously half asleep, why,why do you keep picking these times to have deep, coherent conversations with me???
AND DON’T GET ME STARTED ON PEOPLE WHO CALL AND WAKE ME UP, I HATE YOU !!!!!!
Boy,didn’t we start off crabby today…
Maybe my mood will improve as the day goes on.
*EDIT: It didn’t.
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