Yes. Your birthday was two days ago. I remembered today, which maybe means that I’m a horrible person, or that I’m an alcoholic or maybe it means nothing. I just read your birthday post and it amazes me the similarity of our thinking. We are soooo different and the same at the same time. I hate my birthday. Almost as I hate Christmas but not as much. And maybe reading that you don’t really care about it should make me feel better about me forgetting, but the truth is that yes, our birthdays are the day we get older… but are they really? Aren’t we getting older every day? Every minute? The important thing is not only get older but to grow.
I really don’t know much about you, I know in which country you live and what music you enjoy (I don’t even know your name) but I know I want to know, and I know that I like getting a tweet from you or anything because you make me laugh. I know your cat’s name is the same as my dog’s name which I find very cool and I sign, for what I don’t know.
Anyway, here have a GPODS just because you deserve it and also I give you 5 minutes of God (my God anyway) so you can go back and be miserable about your birthday, but before remember that I like you, as simple as that J
When I heard his voice, I felt that my brain was glass being shattered (that’s how I can describe how mindblown I was) and began to hyperventilating. I had to settle down myself by listening some metal.