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[comedownthisroad]

Well, it's my birthday in ten minutes. Whoop-de-doo. I'll be seventeen. It's not exactly a thrilling birthday, after last year's excitement. At least I'm not on the verge of death?


...four minutes. I should stop staring at this and actually post.

My birthday present this year is knowing that my family is impending, so they can wreak havoc and possibly bash me over the head and kidnap me. I'm so looking forward to that.

Can I shoot myself? Would that be wrong?

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[with-coffee.livejournal.com]

It would be wrong. Yes.



For what it's worth, Happy Birthday.

[comedownthisroad]

Yeah, that's what I figured.

Thanks, though.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

You need a good tavern and a good weapon.

And a good lay.

[with-coffee.livejournal.com]

...

No.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Never asked for volunteers, did I?

[with-coffee.livejournal.com]

Thank you for making scrubbing my brain down with Lysol a necessity.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Well! You weren't using it anyway, were you?

[comedownthisroad]

Yes to the first two.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

It's a birthday.

[comedownthisroad]

.............so?

[nogettingback.livejournal.com]

Don't shoot yourself. You'll get blood all over the carpet. Also I'd miss you.

Eat, drink, and be merry, and I'll buy you that Barbie Dream House your childhood was sadly deprieved of.

[comedownthisroad]

Go die in a fire, sparkle boy.











♥

[nogettingback.livejournal.com]

Your words say hatred, your hastily drawn heart says adoration.

[comedownthisroad]

You're an ass, Aaron. You'd better get me something nicer than a fucking Barbie Dream House.

[nogettingback.livejournal.com]

How about a nice, shiny battle axe?

[comedownthisroad]

....I could do with a battle axe.

[nogettingback.livejournal.com]

You can match Buffy's sword. Also bladed weapons are just so cool.

[shealone-stands.livejournal.com]

Happy birthday. Not that you're not... right across the hallway, and I'll be right over there as soon as I'm done writing this, but it should be written down too.

Look on the bright side. It can't be worse than my birthdays. We don't talk about my parties.

Hey, there's a carnival in town! We should go. You know, just to... get out of the building for once. For a reason that's not hunting. Or being k

And I'm coming over now. Really. Right now.

[comedownthisroad]

CRUTCHES!

[nogettingback.livejournal.com]

Dammit! Beat me to the invite. I was going to stuff some tickets in her Barbie Dream House.

[comedownthisroad]

:P

[gotbottle]

Oh, don't shoot yourself. Especially not on your birthday.

...I mean. Not that there's ever a good time to shoot yourself. But that just seems extra wrong.

[comedownthisroad]

Nah, I'm not gonna. I was having an "emo teen moment". That's totally how they work, right?

[gotbottle]

I think so? It's been a while since I had one of those. I just have emo adult moments now.

[halfadevil]

Don't shoot yourself, kid. If you want, I can shoot them. I'm sure you've gotten that offer before, but I might as well add myself to the list of people willing to kick your family's collective ass, anyway.

[comedownthisroad]

Cool. noted and appreciated. Thanks.

[amuseamused.livejournal.com]

Happy birthday!

Um, is that a metaphorical head-bashing?

[comedownthisroad]

Sadly, no. That's a literal head-bashing. My fucking cousin shot me in the leg a couple days ago. I get to be on crutches. Whee.

[amuseamused.livejournal.com]

Wow, that really sucks. I hope you get better soon.