30! Next stop, death!

You might think that i've been too busy planning my awesome party and setting the stage for 30 more glorious years. No. I spent it wondering around in my pants eating biscuits and swearing at the elderly. Blogging is always second fiddle in a biscuit eating, scantily clad swearfest.

Depression has set in. I expressed my upset by randomly attacking the innocent. That'll teach them to wish me a happy birthday. In your face, mum!

And now the run up to christmas. If Santa don't bring my some sweet toys, I will give lapland more than credit crunch problems. I've had a plan. the first house I see sporting christmas lights, I shall knock on their door and profess to love them. I will cry a little bit and say something along the lines of:

"It's people like you that make christmas real. God bless you, sir!"

I hope I sleep right through it this year.