
Drinks. Food. Balloons. Gifts. A picnic. Partaay. A dance floor. Money. Books. Film rolls. Pictures. New shoes. A pretty dress.
All I want is a decent meal and a person to spend the day talking and laughing with. Maybe take a few pictures. And that would be all. Somethings just don't change. I wanted exactly the same thing last year (except for the pictures part). I don't know, I just think it would be nice. I mean, I've had one a few years ago and it was nice. So, well, either that or a whole day in bed. Because, you know, the bed never disappoints. There are always things to think and be emo about and the bed is good for thinking and being emo. And yes, birthdays are supposed to make you think. Because, to be older is to improve in the utilization of your head. Not to have some careless wild night and waking up clueless. And be shocked to death that a year has passed and you haven't gone far. Save your wild nights for some other days that need less thinking, be there any. Oh birthdays. Like graduations, they depress me.
So yea, a decent meal and a person. With just enough senses, humor preferred.
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