Emmet Mojo McA
@mojomca.bsky.social
Oldish bloke with pets, loves music, comedy, film, and twatting about. Strong views on stuff, but only if I've been drinking.
If you are not keen on rejection, then please, don't write in.
If you are not keen on rejection, then please, don't write in.
I hated my birthday for years, as a kid, no one cared.
As a teen, no fucker cared.
In my 20s, nah, you're alright.
30s, the same.
Now, in my 50s, I take the day off and go down to the coast with my girlfriend and the dog.
January birthdays are scared kids.
Scared. Deeply, deeply scared.
As a teen, no fucker cared.
In my 20s, nah, you're alright.
30s, the same.
Now, in my 50s, I take the day off and go down to the coast with my girlfriend and the dog.
January birthdays are scared kids.
Scared. Deeply, deeply scared.
January 1, 2026 at 11:23 AM
I hated my birthday for years, as a kid, no one cared.
As a teen, no fucker cared.
In my 20s, nah, you're alright.
30s, the same.
Now, in my 50s, I take the day off and go down to the coast with my girlfriend and the dog.
January birthdays are scared kids.
Scared. Deeply, deeply scared.
As a teen, no fucker cared.
In my 20s, nah, you're alright.
30s, the same.
Now, in my 50s, I take the day off and go down to the coast with my girlfriend and the dog.
January birthdays are scared kids.
Scared. Deeply, deeply scared.
I'm a mid-January baby.
Birthdays have always passed me by.
It's damp, dark, and cold, everyone is skint and no one ever wanted to go out for my birthday.
But them February babies. Going out, enjoying the longer days and having money.
The snobby up themselves arseholes.
Birthdays have always passed me by.
It's damp, dark, and cold, everyone is skint and no one ever wanted to go out for my birthday.
But them February babies. Going out, enjoying the longer days and having money.
The snobby up themselves arseholes.
January 1, 2026 at 9:01 AM
I'm a mid-January baby.
Birthdays have always passed me by.
It's damp, dark, and cold, everyone is skint and no one ever wanted to go out for my birthday.
But them February babies. Going out, enjoying the longer days and having money.
The snobby up themselves arseholes.
Birthdays have always passed me by.
It's damp, dark, and cold, everyone is skint and no one ever wanted to go out for my birthday.
But them February babies. Going out, enjoying the longer days and having money.
The snobby up themselves arseholes.