Dearest Mongolian Punching Bag,

Happy Thirteenth Birthday! You're like thirteen! Thirteen years of suffering under the hand of MFY, Haha. Sho sad, your birthday and MMY still wants you to do stupid homework. You should burn the books and demand some sort of birthday-refund, and blame her for ruining your only day turning thirteen.

I guess being thirteen has its upsides, and down sides, & now you're old! Older! Haha. OLDIE. Anyway. :) Thanks for being an awesome (sometimes, when you don't get on my nerves) friend, and my personal little punching bag, :D Haha. Thanks for letting me use your now-gone money. HAWHAWHAW. And entertaining me with your weird shitty stuff that you do.

Now you're thirteen! But you're still flabby and flatty. HAHA. Loose the flabs, because you can't loose the flats. Your head is like, permanently flat from all the childhood nodding against your stupid bed frame. Hope your weird diets work. Actually, I don't, because I like to make fun of you not being able to keep to your diets, but since its your birthday, I'm saying nice things to you to make you happy. HAHA.

STAY ADDICTED TO TWEETING, FOOD, AND LD. (L)you! :D

xoxo,
your puncher/bestfriend
edlyn.

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Hehe, now seeing where to go with Hamy, LOLs. Shall update later yeahs, <3. Ripped the Yooj photo from facebook. HAHA, but I took the picture anyways.

Lovemuch,
edlyn