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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.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

You need a good tavern and a good weapon.

And a good lay.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[amuseamused.livejournal.com]

Happy birthday!

Um, is that a metaphorical head-bashing?