You know what I like about my birthday week? Giving people hourly reminders as if that's going to help anything at this point. Whatever the girls were going to, they did it by now. Still, it's fun to walk around the house and tell people "My birthday is Saturday you know." and then walk off, sure in the knowledge that I have informed them that Saturday is indeed my birthday.
It’s childish and stupid, but I enjoy it none the less.
The internet makes it even better, because I can remind all of you fine people as well.
The Feast of the Assumption is pretty much the only thing I get excited over anymore. I'm still on the fence as to whether or not I should provide hyperlinks. On the one hand I want to say "NO! Screw you if you don't know what this is. Screw you and you're total lack of education! You've got Google, use the motherfucker!" and on the other hand, I want you to be educated and the only way to do that is to present you with a link that maybe one of you will click and none of you will read. So does it matter? I don't know.
And I don't care because my birthday is saturday and I'll have some sort of dinner, possibly with friends if they come over. I have no idea if I want to go out or cook myself something special. That's going to depend greatly on how I feel come the day.
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