Yes, for today I am 18, dear reader. One number added onto my age (I refuse to say one year older, as I am only a matter of hours older than I was yesterday), and still as good looking as ever. Any more popular? Well, no, not really. But hey, who's here to make friends in this life anyway?

So, what birthday presents did I receive, one may ask? Well, not a great deal, actually. I guess my party on Friday will be a big present. My mother bought me a new phone, a Nokia 3510, to replace the Philips Savvy I've had for a good two years now. Yes, it is very nice. I can now do such things as download Smiths ringtones onto my phone. Oooh. And it's also a WAP phone (as if I'm ever going to use it for the Internet!).

What else...I receive money from numerous sources as well. Most of it went on my Morrissey ticket (bought three, so there shall be a place for me and my friends), so that's been just about the perfect present to myself, eh? I was very happy. Tonight I'm going out on the town, to drink a lot, and hopefully, by some miracle, a good looking girl will go with me. Ha! Oh how I laugh at the sheer thought of that.

Anyway, I'm unsure when the next time I shall post shall be. I guess you know you've made it when you have a story, hand crafted, by yourself, posted up onto the Morrissey-solo front page, and your name (or pseudonym) is mentioned on radio, along with a Morrissey interview. Oh yes. I am now a big fish in a small sea. Ha ha ha. And still no more popular. Honestly, how can I have only 12 friends in this place? There's no justice. It doesn't bother me, honest.

Hopefully I'll have been happy in the haze of a drunken hour at least once before you enjoy my company again. Stay beautiful. Or ugly.

Take me out, tonight...