Wednesday, 18 March 2009

Come, my magic stomach...

Yesterday was my lovely big brother's 22nd birthday. I find this unbelievable, since i remember making him a sticker for his 7th birthday with a big number 7 on it, because that seemed like really old to me.

Simon and i are pretty close, i talk to him via text, facebook, msn or phone a couple of times a day, and this weekend i get to shoot him with a paintball gun. He's my big brother and i love him, even though his feet always smell faintly of TCP, and he likes to beat me up in public.

Today was my beautiful and charming Virtual godmother's birthday. She's Simon's actual godmother, but she looks after me and as we talk mainly over the internet, the virtual tag kind of stuck. She tells awesome bedtime stories and is the person who first told me about Phillip Pullman, and Freaks and Geeks, and all kinds of other very cool things.

I love her because she's not just my mum's friend who talks to me when my mum's around, she's my friend, and we talk about stuff that my mum doesn't, like Buffy and Coconut Records. We are friends on our own terms, and i hope that never changes.

I hope they both had lovely birthdays, because they both make my time on earth happier by hanging out in it with me.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

It really is a shame that I hate you then isn't it?

TCP feet