Me? Sixteen? Argh...

Birthday de la moi. Ouch. Day was a lot better than expected. My friends are official nutcases, and I am surprised they have not been locked up in le maison de loony. Out of the many cards I got, only one of them had 'Cassie' on it. Which was slightly disconcerting. We had a 'Mark', a 'Simon', a 'Mrs. Greenslade' and even a 'Reformed Pasta Shape'. Either I have been confusing them and been hiding my name from them for the past four (and a term) years, or they just have severe mental problems, and should see a doctor as soon as possible. However, the day went without hiccup, and I have eaten two cakes. Not by myself, you understand, because that would be a) greedy, and b) sickening. I don't think anyone in the world could actually eat two cakes like that. Not even if you were really, really, really hungry. Which you might be. But, I don't think you could be quite that hungry. Maybe if you were starved from birth. Hmm. I'm not saying, by the way, that either of the cakes were horrible; in fact they were scrummy and yummy etc etc etc, and thank you, Hattie and Katwee. I also received many many lovely presentes, including a condom, a 'Guide to Eating Your Friends' (errr, thanks, Steve) a huge Finding Nemo cushion, Terminator 3 video and FIGHT CLUB ON DVD. Wow. Wow wow wow wow. Wow and wow. Wow. Anywho, I am still looking forward to Kris's present tomorrow. No, not looking forward to as such. More..... scared of. But, hey. It can't be that bad. Famous last words.