Its an Oatmeally type of day

[50 Cent]
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, shorty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's your birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck
cause it's not your birthday!



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Its Oatmeally's birthday and we celebrated on Saturday. The usual suspects were rounded up and we all went out to dinner. Afterwards we came home and just sat around and chatted. I love those kind of nights.

Anyway wow what do you say about someone who has seen you at your best and at your worst and still loves you?

I thank God that even though I do some mighty dumb things I still had the good sense to talk to that shy girl freshman year.
I thank God that she decided to talk back to the spazzy slightly flighty girl with the really bad perm freshman year.
I thank God we have each other.
Cause life can really be a beeyatch but it helps if you have people who love you no matter what crazy thing you do.


"Wind Beneath My Wings"

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
It must have been cold there in my shadow,
to never have sunlight on your face.
You were content to let me shine, that's your way.
You always walked a step behind.

So I was the one with all the glory,
while you were the one with all the strength.
A beautiful face without a name for so long.
A beautiful smile to hide the pain.

Did you ever know that you're my hero,
and everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

It might have appeared to go unnoticed,
but I've got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it.
I would be nothing without you.

Did you ever know that you're my hero?
You're everything I wish I could be.
I could fly higher than an eagle,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

Did I ever tell you you're my hero?
You're everything, everything I wish I could be.
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

Oh, the wind beneath my wings.
You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings.
Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.

Fly, fly, fly high against the sky,
so high I almost touch the sky.
Thank you, thank you,
thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings.




EDITED TO ADD: I can't figure out how to post this tomorrow so let the official record show that Oatmeally's birthday is the 28th and the Duchess is a big dork. Resume your day:-0