Alright alright,
HERE, FRI LOOKS ALMOST HAPPY
FRI IS TRYING HER VERY BEST TO BE HAPPY. (My parents would have been so mad if I didn't have any Happy looking photos)
THIS WAS THE FIRST PICTURE FRI TOOK BEFORE SHE DECIDED SHE LOOKED LIKE ABSOLUTE SHIT AND HAD TO GO CHANGE.
AND FINALLY, A PICTURE OF THE CAKE THAT I CAN HONESTLY SAY TASTED FANSTASTIC EVEN THOUGH THOSE STUPUD BITCHES AT THE COUNTER DO NOT KNOW HOW TO WRITE SHIT ON A FUCKING BIRTHDAY CAKE!!!
So the last time I wrote to y'all I went on a whole rant about how miserable I was and whatever.
I still am for sure, I mean it's only been a day.
I want to tell you guys how my birthday went.
WARNING: This blogpost includes horrifying images of a nigga dressed like a Christian school teacher, with puffy eyes and fake smiles.
I went to church guys. Can you believe it?
The first thing that came to my mind was to go and give myself to our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ because this bitch didn't know what else to do. (Go & give christ your life. Or don't. I'm not here to evangelise)
I can't lie. The art of going to church is therapeutic for me. I don't give a damn about what's being said most of the time, if I'm being honest. Just sitting there has always helped me. ( God forgive me, but i hardly ever pay attention in church. I just keep my face serious so I look like im concentrating) & you guys know I needed that because I know I need therapy.
And I got it.
Once I was inside, I felt good.
Once I got out, life continued.
I didn't have any plans. The ones I had couldn't be followed up on.....
You know what?
The day just sucked, okay?
Giving you the laydown of it just makes me remember how it went, and telling you all about that is honestly just a waste of both our times.
It sucked ass in the beginning,
In the middle,
And then it just got mid at the end.
Period. Finite. End of that tragic story.
What I did learn from yesterday was this;
☆ My friends ( my real friends please & thank you) are amazing and I will love those bitches till I die (cross my black heart)
☆ African parents don't like to feel guilty and if & when they do, they will perform mental gymnastics to ensure that all blame and guilt falls directly back unto the shoulders of said person who has made then feel guilty I.e Me.
☆ People are assholes. Mentioning that you almost forgot my birthday while telling me a happy birthday is a dick move! Do better.(this happened a lot of times yesterday. Pissed me the fuck off.)
☆ I have the ability to cry like a fucking wanker. I'm a disgrace to tough women everywhere. ( Yes I'm aware tough women cry, let me write my blog in peace, thank you😒)
☆ You better walk into your birthday preparing for the worst. Because it can only ever be really good or really bad.
☆I have cool friends ( they deserve to be mentioned 2ce because those niggas always come through)
Well
That's it.
I don't even know what the point of this is.
Do you feel entertained?
Mehn I hope not ( I'm lying. Be ENTERTAINED)
In summary, 20 did not begin well, but I have hope that it will at least give me writing material to keep you faithful fans happy & not bored.
I'm ready to turn my sorrows into comedy ( or horror, depends on which way you see it.)
I'm realllyyy beginning to think this post was unnecessary so now I will simply entertain you with the pictures I promised.
And dw, I might be wretched on the inside, but my skin really be giving on the outside.
Enjoy fuckers.
And I decided to dress up like a boring kid with no personality, but i guess I had to dress for the occasion lol.
God I was so annoyed when I saw how she wrote on the top of the cake. Like Ma, are you okay? You could have mentioned you did not do an ounce of calligraphy!!😠she made it look so crustyýyyðŸ˜ðŸ˜
FML
They were lucky this cake was delightful. I would have gone right back to scream with the day I'd had.
Anyways, I hope you at least enjoyed the pictures.
Hateful as ever, and settling wonderfully into the 20's,
~ Fri
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