Birthday Song

July: Listening to cheesy pop and eating homemade cake at Silje's. Danced in a stuffy Camden pub with a group of tipsy Norwegians.

August: Vanessa's saw us tipping back 2-for-1 cocktails at Liverpool St. We had drunken races in Spitalfields Market until I fell and hit my head hard against the cement.We drank till closing time, made friends with the waitresses and ended up pissing in public on unsuspecting London shopfronts. 

Rang in Joshua's at Big Ben at midnight. Blew cupcakes among the London Eye. Lunch at Duck and Waffle had London on our feet.

My birthday is long gone, but I don't know about you I'm feeling 22.

"Birthday its your birthday, if I die bury me inside the Gucci store. All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho."


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