The Penguins have Landed

My well-built chest models a shirt from JHuangster, the second shirt she sent me (since the first did not fit) for the big one-eight birthday. I am not fond of birthdays. What's so special? I mean all the praise should be diverted to yo mama for going through the pain of delivering you. Thanks mama! I remember being so excited for my birthday when I was a kid. My parents would throw the biggest party for me (and my bro since his bday was only 10 days away from mine). It was bomb and all the kids thought I was so cool. Every year... probably until I was like 10. Oh, the young days, the good life. Now, birthdays are so...overrated. Like, oh, I'm a year older, so what? I was watching Sweet Sixteen on MTV a few hours ago; what a waste of money! All for what? Popularity? Reputation? Okay, birthdays are no longer my thing. Bday's will probably strike me when I become older and everything is going terrible bad.

Oh, the penguin shirt. Now I feel obliged to buy you something Jeska.

Back to semi-emo (Robin Thicke) music, disgusting ban-caramel drink, and endless math hw,
JPPEEEZ.

PS. Jeska, I am not turning emo like you. You define emo. See ya soon in the CITTTTAYY!