= whaaaat? Heh heh heh /evil with a halo
Before that though, lemme do my thing & bid my 17th faretheewell!
Hmm.. the last 2 days of my 17th was well spent with the family; family haircuts (honestly, I know you all are thinking.. What the efffff! Sounds like the Brady Bunch or something hahaha), family basketball game to watch my brother (which gave pangs of childhood nostalgia that couldn't have happened at a more perfect time today) & take the role of assistant coach, and family Boathouse dindin. Does that indicate something? Perhaps. Maybe it signifies how the family outlet never ceases to exist, especially as I grow a little older year by year. If so, I'm not complaining (although I tend to complain about a lot of shxt when it comes to them, right babe? How contradictory.) But! Today also consisted of a lot of eating. Does that foreshadow a future obesity issue I must deal with?! Uh oh... *Puts down the chocolate bar* They always say "your body is a temple." Well, so.. What if people eat in my temple? With unending buffet platters?! HAHA. Okay, anyways! I honestly felt like such a bratty kid today. From demanding my complimentary dessert, to trying to successfully blow out the impossible sparklers, to biting my brother's head 'cause he was puncturing his bony glutes in my thigh, to whiping the whipping cream onto my brother's ear and coloring the children's menu/coloring book. I know what those actions symbolize. MY ETERNAL EXISTING CHILD MENTALITY that will complement my recurring maturity as I grow older and older until I need to consult a botox physician. Hahah kidding. Or.. not.. since Justine and I aspire to not only be milfs but GILFS as well. Ahahahaha. Ah crap. I'm rambling now. Let my 18th birthday speak for itself! AND.. Let's get down to business!
Dear Birthday Fairy/Santa/Tinkerbell/Whatev,
NOT ONLY DO I WANT THIS PIGLET,
BUT ALSO.. I WANT THAT HAND IN THAT PICTURE TO BE MY HAND,
THUS,
PORTRAYING MY POSSESSION OF THAT CUTE LITTE BUGGER.
And..
I also promise that I will make sure that my doggy Sugar will not devour it like Chicharon.
Please & Thank you.
Yearning for alive pork,
Denise Isabelle Roldan.
PS. How sweet it is to beloved liked by you!
Before that though, lemme do my thing & bid my 17th faretheewell!
Hmm.. the last 2 days of my 17th was well spent with the family; family haircuts (honestly, I know you all are thinking.. What the efffff! Sounds like the Brady Bunch or something hahaha), family basketball game to watch my brother (which gave pangs of childhood nostalgia that couldn't have happened at a more perfect time today) & take the role of assistant coach, and family Boathouse dindin. Does that indicate something? Perhaps. Maybe it signifies how the family outlet never ceases to exist, especially as I grow a little older year by year. If so, I'm not complaining (although I tend to complain about a lot of shxt when it comes to them, right babe? How contradictory.) But! Today also consisted of a lot of eating. Does that foreshadow a future obesity issue I must deal with?! Uh oh... *Puts down the chocolate bar* They always say "your body is a temple." Well, so.. What if people eat in my temple? With unending buffet platters?! HAHA. Okay, anyways! I honestly felt like such a bratty kid today. From demanding my complimentary dessert, to trying to successfully blow out the impossible sparklers, to biting my brother's head 'cause he was puncturing his bony glutes in my thigh, to whiping the whipping cream onto my brother's ear and coloring the children's menu/coloring book. I know what those actions symbolize. MY ETERNAL EXISTING CHILD MENTALITY that will complement my recurring maturity as I grow older and older until I need to consult a botox physician. Hahah kidding. Or.. not.. since Justine and I aspire to not only be milfs but GILFS as well. Ahahahaha. Ah crap. I'm rambling now. Let my 18th birthday speak for itself! AND.. Let's get down to business!
Dear Birthday Fairy/Santa/Tinkerbell/Whatev,
NOT ONLY DO I WANT THIS PIGLET,
BUT ALSO.. I WANT THAT HAND IN THAT PICTURE TO BE MY HAND,
THUS,
PORTRAYING MY POSSESSION OF THAT CUTE LITTE BUGGER.
And..
I also promise that I will make sure that my doggy Sugar will not devour it like Chicharon.
Please & Thank you.
Yearning for alive pork,
Denise Isabelle Roldan.
PS. How sweet it is to be
1 comment:
we have lots of those piggy's in bio :) elana and i haven't cut our open yet.. maybe we'll give you that as your present :)
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