Okay, so I give you a hard time for all the crap that happened in Sunnydale. Still, you've changed and you seem to be good for Gwen. So... happy birthday.
Happy birthday, Gwen! As your roomie, I think it is my job to officially take you out someplace and get you drunk on your birthday. C'mon, it's sort of my duty. (Although don't expect me to drink... we all know what happens when I do that!)
Cordelia is still in rehab, so no party there. I sent flowers to her, though, and it might be nice if everyone else did too. I'm just suggesting
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Happy Birthday!!! Hope you and your guy have some quality time together, even if he's old. Please, like I'm one to talk, and you must know that by now, too!
Should I even get into my entire birthday fiasco? I'm not talking about my birthday in terms of just one year, either. I mean my birthday every year. No, really, every year something horrible happens. It's why I've decided to stop having birthdays. It just makes things simpler, you know
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Wow, so look how far we've come, right? From Sunnydale and me not listening to you, from you being a Watcher with a stick-up-your-you-know-what, to now where... well, you don't wear glasses anymore. The leather helps, too
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I don't know you well (okay, not really much at all except for Angel telling me we needed to get out to L.A. and make sure you were okay and then hey, there you were), but hopefully your birthday is good.
I know what it's like being dead and then trying to have a normal life with birthdays.
Not that we're close or anything, I know. But you're in Hawaii and you're dating Cordelia and... actually, that just makes me jealous. The Hawaii part, not the dating Cordelia part, but you know what I mean.
Well, anyway, I hope you have a good day. See? I can be nice to people I barely know.