I've always had a weird relationship with birthdays. Until fairly recently they were a really big deal for me. I'd get excited as they approached, and would spin out fantasies of exactly how it would be. What fun things I would do, what lovely gifts I'd get, and how much glowing attention and love I'd be the focus of on my "special day". The thing
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The one time I made a big deal about my birthday, when I turned 30, it was a major disappointment, and I realized a few things about some of my friends. Only 3 people showed up, about 15 people stood me up in one night, and I just said forget it.
Since then I don't even plan for my birthday, other than making my friends take me to the strippers, buy me drinks all night, and get me private dances. If I have to celebrate, I might as well be drunk and watching hot guys take it all off for me.
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You want me to send Master over for entertainment. He's great at staring a conga line. :P *L*
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