Happy? Birthday.

Who am I talking about? YOU, YES YOU.

Bet I'm on time for your glorious19th, geeeez!

What up with selective amnesia? That was the joke of my life, like seriously. HAHAHAHA.

Right, for your birthday, we(me, baby, darren, john...&more) truely wishes you:
1: to recover from your "selective amnesia".
No you don't deserve the oscar awards. Cause.You.Sucked.

2: to be reaaaaally rich.
I am amazed that you could walk into Chanel boutique bringing a non-authentic Chanel wallet bought from China. LAUGH MY ASS OUT AND THEN ROLL ON FLOOR LAUGHING HEEHEEHEE. &You can jokingly tell me why they don't sell that particular design that you have! What else... LV cufflinks for your brother? Okayokay most importantly, your labels aren't my match so please... STOP TRYING. You siphon your EX boyfriend's money just to compete with me, awww.

3: be your true self.
"never complain, criticize or condemn.
everybody's got their own story,
everyone's got a heart.
whatever he/she may look,
how ever bad he/she may be.
no matter what he/she did.
we must always learn to forgive and forget,
grudges are the worst thing that can happen.
because, it will always make one unhappy."

Errrrr. What an irony. Comparing what you are, and that particular quote. Seeing the birthday card and the sweet nothings to Darren, you wrote under baby's picture with me, "LOSER". ???????????????
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You may invite your fellow friends to my blog and I warmly welcome you since your hobby's defaming me to infinite peeps about me. Also let your friends know you're such cheapo:)