Tomorrow is my 27th birthday. Everyone keep asking me, “What are you doing for your birthday?” Let’s see . . . I’m going to work. I’ll leave work and pick up Ace from Heathenmommy’s house, and then I’ll come home, make supper and veg until bedtime. Why? What should I be doing?
Blasted birthdays falling on weekdays . . man I can’t do anything fun then! Ah, but it is pretty cool that Obama will be innaugerated on MY BIRTHDAY!
Birthdays just aren’t much fun after you hit a certain age. When you’re a kid, you get a big party, fancy cakes and oodles of presents from your friends. As you get older, you have the adolescent turning to a teen ager to be excited about, then turning 16 and getting your license, turning 18 and being an “adult”, turning 21 and being able to drink (legally) and then what? Then you just get old. Depressed yet?
I’ve never like my birthday. Something bad always happens on, or very close to, my birthday. I’ve gotten in fights with friends on my birthday, had my car broken into right before my birthday, had surgery that kept me from being able to celebrate, and the mother of all birthday bummers . .. on my 20th birthday my GOLDEN BIRTHDAY, I was dumped. Yeah, that one hurt.
All in all, I hope, tomorrow will at the very least not be a terribly stressful day at work. That is what I want for my birthday, I hope I get it!
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