June 5th... yesterday...

Probably one of the worst birthday's ever.
First off, my dad forgot my birthday...
Then I get dressed, etc, and my hair looks like shit, so does my makeup & skin. Gr.
I don't get to see any of my friends because of finals... so I officially damn finals straight to hell.
But I go into Estacada anyway to see Kristi and say hi to KK, Angie, and Nick. I got a UFO which I now feel sick from. I go to the grade school and sit on a bench. I'm just innocently talking to Kristi and then a bird shits right on my chest. OMG. I start crying and Kristi is laughing her ass off. I go get paper from her bag to clean it off... and while I'm sitting there, wiping my chest off, crying, these fucking Jehovah's Witnesses with their stupid ties and their little backpacks come over, hand me a picture of Jesus and asked if I knew who it was. I just wanted to be like "Yeah, I gave that guy money once, I'm glad he made something of himself."
Cockroaches.
Botulism.
Rat feces.
All I wanted was a birthday kiss and to do something fun with my friends.
So...
DAMN FINALS

DAMN BIRDS

DAMN JESUS



America:
White wine.
White women.
And hate crimes.