Subject: I don't often attack people with hammers (+ HBday Cinnia!)
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Posted on: 2009-07-11 21:04:00 UTC
Don't worry, I'm old too.
My fifteen was ... first proper exams and being a pantomime horse.
Sixteen was ... school and theatresports.
Seventeen was being the Winkie General, leaving high school, going to university, realising I never wanted to leave ...
I know it's a bit silly, but I wanted to announce that I am officially a year older today. Does anyone want homemade cookies 'n cream icecream? *puts out bowls, spoons, and a generous tub of icecream on a nearby table*
but happy birthday.
Have a mark I K-9!
(person I'm only vaguely familiar with but I presume is important).
Have an immortal Cute Fuzzy Thing. It could be any given cute fuzzy animal at any time, just so you know. Food just makes it happier, but it isn't strictly necessary. But happy cute thing=good.
*noms loads of ice cream and runs*
This one is Russian and very huge. Watch the parking spots.
And watch for three Agents swooping on the food. There won't be anything left after them. KRISPROLLS STOP IT!!! SOUTH AND WHATEVER, SAME FOR YOU TOO!!!
Bring on the ice cream! And while we're at it - Convenient Cake for all. :D
*Wolfs down like there's no tommorow*
Happy Birthday! By the way, here's an Anti-Lustin blade and daggers, just in case you have a stalker.
Here, have an otter plushie. Soft, cuddly, and abso-freakin'-lutely adorable. ^_^
*dashes for icecream*
*eats ice cream* Not silly at all. Congratulations!
May it be filled with merriment and frolicking and the like.
So how old does that make you? Past the safety line of "I can now never be a teenage mother"? Old enough to get up to all manner of things?
I'm only in my mid-teens now. My siblings make me feel old, though.
Mid teens? That could be any one of a number of things though. Mid teens is fifteen, sixteen, seventeen. Whichever you pick, you'll make me feel so old Trojie should be coming at me with the little hammer and the special fossil grin. Go on, how bad is it?
Fifteen is scary. I remember fifteen. Fifteen is sitting out on the bathroom roof watching Tom jump for the fun of it, and the triples were for singles, and everything tasted of vodka.
Sixteen? You could be sixteen! Sixteen is a good age. Sixteen was... head lice and no shoes in a shop window until the section and it's a good thing we didn't notice at the time and -
Seventeen! Let's hope you're seventeen. Seventeen's a good one. No, wait. Zog died -
Okay, I think I'll be over here, waiting until people stop having birthdays and I stop feeling so damned old.
I realize that I'm replying back to a dead thread, but I should probably say this.
Don't worry, I'm old too.
My fifteen was ... first proper exams and being a pantomime horse.
Sixteen was ... school and theatresports.
Seventeen was being the Winkie General, leaving high school, going to university, realising I never wanted to leave ...
*hands out titanium sporks for ice cream eating*
Ohhh, ice-cream... *nom nom nom*
And as you're a year older, I present you with your very own sling, a sack of pebbles, and a basket of Bleeprin-berries.
*munches on your homemade ice cream* Here is a brand-new Spork Collection just for you on your birthday. Use it wisely and with care.
(augh, a welcome break from pretending to be a badfic writer. The bad grammar and spelling, it hurts! :P)
--Mystia, happy