Like, you know, whatever

Duncan is wicked-excited about giving me my birthday gift. According to him it's a three-part gift, and it all follows a theme. Word ‘round the campfire says he had to go on some wild-goose chase for some of it. But he said I was worth it, so huzzah! I’m quite excited to see what it is. 

 In other news, I had a fabulous birthday dinner with my family. Scrumptious birthday cake followed afterwards, which I had to force myself from not inhaling the entire sugary slab which was covered in a cream cheese icing. The cake mixed well with my taste buds. Luckily my younger brother isn’t around (he’s at camp) and this means I can have seconds later on during the week. And possibly thirds. And, if I play my cards right, fourths.

Also, MY LOWER BACK ITCHES like the sensation is going out of style! (I don’t know why, exactly, I capitalised some of that, but meh.) I can’t scratch it ‘cuz of the tattoo, but Jesus baby-eating Christ I want to. This is easily a form of torture.

Duncan just told me he told someone of my gift, and the person who’s now in the know is really jealous. I WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT IS! And he just said that there’s a fourth part. Ah!

And I’ve decided my posts have been severely declining in quality. That is all.