woops!

i realize now, as i sit on the floor of my closet, that i am a supreme bitch. more specifically, about this whole birthday thing. my roommates are doing a little something for me, and instead of appreciating the effort and thought they're putting into it, i keep complaining about how i don't want a surprise and i don't want a big deal and all this shit. i don't know what they're planning. it could be absolutely perfect. if they know me half as well as i think they do, i'll have an amazing time, no questions asked. so need to just take me foot out of my mouth and shut the hell up with all the complaining. it's my 21st birthday. i should be happy. and my roommates make me happy. and the people i've heard they invited make me happy. i'm going to be happy. i'm in a much better mood.


so to anyone whose last nerve i am currently sledgehammering, i appoligize. i love you all and goodnight.


ps, i'm not drunk.