IT'S MY BIRTHDAY. Uh, yeah. Heheh. 18th October 1988 at the wee hours of the morning, 1:50am, I screamed the shit out of the doctors in the operating theater (My dad told me he could hear me bawl and bite LOUDLY at the doctors after the usual thwack on the butt after the delivery). I so want to pimp my LJ around, but, ah well. If I pimped it to the
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