Taylor is mad at me:

He is not looking at me.
He's not really mad, we're just in photo 2 and he's into his work that I finished 2 days ago.
It's his birthday and I though people were supposed to be fuckin cheerful on ones special day. He's grumpy.
I'm going to do a test, ill ask him how he got so pretty and lets see how he answers,
"..........*heavy exhale substituting any kind of laughter.*"
What a duh head. He keeps denying it's his birthday. Gay.
On my way to school, I drove to mcdonalds and bought 2 hashbrowns. One for me and jeze (: we ate them quick and now I have $1. Shit. And now I have to go to gym with AkeakyBeaver. Grody. (We call her this because her real name is Aliki *uh-leak-y* and she dated a guy with the last name beaver. If they were married, shed be "Aleaky Beaver." ROFL)
Nevertheless, today will be good. (:
I just hope I can make Taylor happy for his big ONE SEVEN.