Dead disco, dead funk, dead rock'n'roll!!!!!!

Mess in my room, my green, gorgeus sandals are the only thing which lie in a tolerably tidiness. Eightteen, in hot red colour roses in a vase. A small but pretty bouquet of yellow roses lying on my table, waiting for me to put it to water. As far as I remember, a trown bra lying on the carpet. A glaumour shirt from my favourite H&M dispassionately lying on my not made up bed with careless, light bedding. Something sweet to throw aw'y-chocolates...The view from my room, in the day of my birthday and in the day of my enchanced freedom. Should it look like this, or maybe somehow else? Nooo, it could not look better, it could be any freaked out more, 'cos it's my b-day... yeeeah.