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I want to smush my face in a big fat delicious frosted cake, and blow out candle after candle and watch ice cream melt as I dig through the moist sugary cake-bread with my fists, and I eat everything I want in this delicious, nice restaurant I want to pout at anyone else who makes grumpy faces, I am the **** queen so it's my gosh **** party, dang it I want to drink until I almost throw up and then do drugs and grab ******* and scream with laughter and true fun! I want to flash strangers and get birthday kisses and hugs I want to smear lipstick all over my face, I want GLITTER I want to roll in checks from relatives in far-off places with the clothes and money and drugs that I will buy I want to cry big crocodile tears over wrapping paper and wear a pretty crown and take pictures, please yes I want to smile so hard my cheeks hurt, ouch, and get away with being a little ******** because I'll say sorry tomorrow I want firecrackers and free things and fun fun fun fun fun fun fun because it's my birthday, and I get to do whatever the **** I want!
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Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 12:07 PM UTC
it's my ******* birthday
I want to smush my face in a big fat delicious frosted cake, and blow out candle after candle and watch ice cream melt as I dig through the moist sugary cake-bread with my fists, and I eat everything I want in this delicious, nice restaurant I want to pout at anyone else who makes grumpy faces, I am the **** queen so it's my gosh **** party, dang it I want to drink until I almost throw up and then do drugs and grab ******* and scream with laughter and true fun! I want to flash strangers and get birthday kisses and hugs I want to smear lipstick all over my face, I want GLITTER I want to roll in checks from relatives in far-off places with the clothes and money and drugs that I will buy I want to cry big crocodile tears over wrapping paper and wear a pretty crown and take pictures, please yes I want to smile so hard my cheeks hurt, ouch, and get away with being a little ******** because I'll say sorry tomorrow I want firecrackers and free things and fun fun fun fun fun fun fun because it's my birthday, and I get to do whatever the **** I want!
IT'S MY BIRTHDAY *************
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Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 12:07 PM UTC
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