&youknowIdontgiveafuckcuzitsmyBIRFDAY!

So normally? I dont get maaaaaad excited about my birthday.
but for some reason, I had a feeling this would be the best birthday ever.
normally on january 7th you can find me at the crib pigging out on red velvet cake.
but this year? nawl buddy. I KNEW somethin else was in store.
I never get gifts.
I never get money.
the most I ever get is a loooong list of HAPPY BIRTHDAY'S on my facebook wall.
my birthday started off on twitter.
by 12:17 I had [yup, I counted] 37 HAPPY BIRTHDAY tweets lol so awesome.
And guess who one was from???

YUP! WIZ KHALIFA!!!!
I was TOTALLY amped. man oh man, word's cant even EXPRESS!
Thank you wiz =]
I went to sleep completely and utterly BAFFLED!
Woke up the next morning, kinda pissed I had to go to work.
I work at kids footlocker. I get a phone call from REGULAR footlocker
from down the hall.
my mall boo is like "KASH! COME DOWN HERE QUICK! I NEED YOUR HELP!"
So I drop what i'm doing in my store, and guess what he hands me?

TOO CUTE RIGHT!? <3 I know!
about 45 minutes later my other mall boo comes and hands me this:

BIG ASS COOKIE CAKE! <3 YUM!
right before I get off one of my sister's friends come in my job.
Im thinkin he wants to use my discount as always right?
WRONG!
he hands me this:

SWHING!
I get off of work at 2:30pm
then HE picks me up. [he shall remain anonymous]
and he takes me to the natural history museum!
NOTE: i fucking LOVE museums. we were spose to go to the art museum too,
but it ended up closing on us =[

I fucking loved it, to say the least.
Then afterwards? FUCKING RED LOBSTER!
We were aiming for Olive Garden, since I had never been,
but he wanted to do the not so smart thing and NOT listen to me when I told him
THAT OLIVE GARDEN DIDNT EXIST IN THE PLACE WE WERE ANYMORE lol.
so we were driving in circles tryna find it lol.
and eventually just settled for red lobster.
he ended up bring THIS bag in with him:

the whole time IM staring like WTF IS IN THIS BISH! lmfao.
after dinner, I order desert right?
guess what red lobster has? KEY LIME PIE! JACKPOT!!!
and whats better than KEY LIME PIE? umm...FREE KEY LIME PIE! lol
the waitress said it was on her =]

Finally? Its time to open my gift!
what is it, you ask?
watch this:

If there was EVER a DVD that combined everything I needed to survive in it...
this was it.
SNEAKERS x HIP HOP? best fucking birthday present ever.
and thats real.
came back to the crib.
fell asleep in his arms while watching the first 48 lol.
and now im here...sharing my story with YOU folks.
My 20th birthday = epic fucking WIN.
#tigerwoodsfistpump.

the call from my brother sto'mac and the text from my big bro K-Nyce were a coupla highlights too. =]

It's 4 in the morning.

and i'm up making gucci mane graphics.
and drinkin TAMPICO mango punch.
life is great LOL.
I'm not even a big gucci fan, but <3 he <3 suggested I use him.
I felt uncomfortable working with a picture of him with his shirt off.
that nigga gucci built like a PT CRUISER.
Question;
when was the last time I blogged about something RELEVENT? smh.
I need to start blogging EVERYDAY like i'm suppose to.
But I swear it's just too much shit goin on.
AND my pretendo music player on the side
---------------------->
isnt working.
so I'm something like pissed right now.
I wanted you guys to jam to SO ICY with me.
-_- #kanyeshrug
sidenote: the hashtag has become a part of my normal daily routine.
Thanks Twitter.
Thanks a lot.
and fuck your mom.


sidenote:
this made me fucking laugh lol.

life 2.0.

One day leads into the next, and then another.
And then I realize...I'm stuck.
Stuck in the same position, the same way of livin.
Stuck with this same life, Same ole' conditions.
No new propositions.
All my days are planned.
I live like a old woman, so all my days are bland.
Graphic after graphic after workin' for the man.
Everyday's a fucking hassle and I witness them first hand.
One day leads into the next, and then another.
And then I realize...I'm stuck.
No main love, so I'm chasin' after wealth.
Nobody to hug, so I'm lovin on myself.
What to do when the one you love doesn't even like you?
Chicks dont know behind the scenes, so they wanna be just like you.
One day leads into the next, and then another.
And then I realize...I'm stuck.
But how dare you complain when the checks are comin' through?
And why feel bad when everybody's ya friend?
Cuz nobody really knows how the pain all unfolds,
So you're ungrateful when you say you wish this lifestyle would end?
Some call it the life. Me? I call it misery.
I got a gut feelin' this lifestyle just wasn't meant for me.
Too scared to change, switch, or re-arrange.
Dont WANNA break my routine, so shit just stays the same.
Seems like i'm already married. Social Death is my wife.
Maybe one day I'll work up the courage to go on a date with LIFE.
One day leads into the next, and then another.
And then I realize...Tough luck.