i've got too many candles on my cake to comment.

I love birthdays, really, I do. Particularly gag gifts and whatnot. But the food is pretty exciting in itself as well.

There's too many September birthdays for me to remember. My friend Sean's, a nephew or two, Miss Ive, and, heck, even the wand-waving Hermione Granger (property of J.K.Rowling).
And mine, not too mention.
The nineteenth, for those who have extreme loss of remembrance. -glare-
Maybe a sweet sixteen will bring more of the freedom I long for.
Wishful thinking will get me nowhere, unfortunately.

Two days ago was Sean's sixteenth. I got him three packs of gum. Hell, you think I know what guys want? Gum works. Everyone likes gum. I like gum.
A few months earlier, I was shopping for a card for Catherine and came across a line of cards featuring David Hasselhoff.
Absolute genius.
SO I got one for her, and bought one last Tuesday for Sean.
The front looked somewhat similar to this:


What a creeper.

To top it off, I put his three packs of gum in a spectacular Victoria's Secret bag that was laying around.

His face was priceless when I shoved it into his hands.
"I'm scared to look inside," He laughed (so hard that he was crying).
"Yeah, Sean, I really actually bought you a thong."

Ah, good times.