What is the date? Things have been a little hectic lately, there's a date around now that's at the back of my brain, and I feel there is something importa...
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OKay. I know there is an important date coming up. I just can't remember what exactly. I knew it yesterday before more shit came down. Now, I know it today, I just can't quite recall. To the LiveJournal, I guess.
Livejournal: So, you're coming back two days in a row. What's wrong? Did someone die? Am I finally your tenth choice site again? Your other whores all busy? You know what, I don't care. I just don't care anymore. Here's your 35 missed posts, take them and leave.
Okay. What the hell was that about? Goodbye.
Dear Livejournal, I'm sorry.
Livejournal: You missed a friend's birthday yesterday. I usually remind you about these things, but you don't check your messages from me. That will teach you to screen your calls, ya bastard.
There are no messages. I always get the important...Wait! Birthday! Oh.
Uh...Happy Belated Birthday, huntersglenn
I really did intend not to forget! It's just, I had no idea what freaking date it was until this afternoon when I woke up for the hundredth time. Not sleeping great fucks with your timing and schedule. But, enough about me.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! *Throws confetti* How the hell you doing? Did you have a good time? You get everything you wanted? Any of your enemies get locked up? Are you old enough to qualify for historic building status yet?