I should be getting the following for my birfday:
My own turntable
Posters of Bauhaus, Siouxsie, English Beat, and 45 Grave
A new lunchbox
Nearly everything the above artists/groups and others have in Amoeba
A day at the thrift stores to myself
Some nice 20 eyed Docs/steel toed combats
A nice purple/gray tinted birfday cake shaped like Siouxsie or a bat
Damn fine sweet sake
A nice catering pan of chicken katsu
Some proper makeup (Kits, brushes, how to put the shit on right, and all)
A new umbrella/parasol
Friends who will help ring it in proper
But instead, I'm getting a pass or fail on our inspection, a trip to a museum with Jack (the new friend I mentioned), a call from Mum giving me birfday wishes, my hands smelling like counter cleaner and bleach because my roommates either had work or were too damn lazy to finish what they had.
For those turning 21, here's to hoping y'all have better luck than I am right now.
Feeling Rather:: |
listless |
Soundtrack to My Life:: |
Culture Club-The War Song (Hahahaha!) |