Plum Tree, Plum Tree

Happy Birthday to you.

Happy Birthday to you.

Happy Birthday dear... Jessica?

Happy Birthday to you!

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Huh, oh.

Excuse me, Happy Birthday, Natasha!

Thank you Kristen Wiig. For that wonderfully awkward scene from The Brothers Solomon. Which nobody but me likes, by the way. The nerve of some people.

But that last bit reminds me just how funny awkward humor can be.

Don't know what awkward humor is? You must be an idiot. Or maybe you just don't understand the complicated world of awesomeness.

Well, a prime example of awkward humor is basically anything from The Office, which reminds me... Why are awkward times so funny hen you watch them on T.V., but not so funny when you are living them. Nobody ever just bursts out laughing at a completely deadpan awkward moment, and i think they should. Thats part of the fun of everything. Or maybe I've eaten one too many soap boxes and need to reconsider my dwindling sanity.

Wow, this topic seems to serious to belong on here, my lovely collection of soulful selections.

So on with more crazy and less normality. I don't think that is necessarily called normality, but i think you catch my drift, if ya know what i'm saying. hell, I don't know what i'm saying, and if you do.. then you must be a SPY.

Called it, totally called it.

Fish sticks, you ever noticed how nobody eats fish stick anymore?

When did fish sticks stop being the big thing?

Fish stick night was the best night ever as I can remember. It was pretty damn awesome.

Well, this is going nowhere, so it may be best to leave you here and now.I wish you best of luck in the harsh, cold world out there. You can do it, kiddo, i know you can.

(On a somewhat related note: I hate the word kiddo, it is so annoying.

Well why did you use it then, Mrs. Hypocrite?

I DON"T KNOW, ok?

All I know is that I have some serious bad connections with that word. one may or may not be an old hippy with white hair, who tried to give up starbucks. She lasted one day, then yelled at me. Until another hippy type came in and took over for her, yelling at me. All i was doing was looking at a freakin dog. Damn hippies and their short tempers. Go back to the weed.

Oh, whats that?

You don't smoke?

Yeah, then dont come here dressed like that with a Jimmi Hendrix rasta cloth, play rasta music, complain about society and act stoned. You upper class washed out hippy wannabe. I can see right through you. Well, not literally, but if i had a mystical X-Ray machine, i could. So, in theory: I can see right through you, KIDDO.

[that was for spite])

Till next time, my obsessive lovers, till next time.