It's okay that you all missed my birthday. Really, it is. It meant nothing to me to stand there in the dark at the Hexagon, a darkness intermittently illuminated by the glow of my cell phone as I received your texts telling me you wouldn't be making it.
It's been a month now, and you still haven't asked what I'd like for my birthday. That's okay, too. I know you're busy. I'm a grown up, and I know we all have things to do!
The fact that nobody came has little or nothing to do with the near breakup of my relationship after I sulked off of the CD release show because "nobody cares, nobody, not even you".
But the fact is, you could all make it up to me.. I know just what I want this year.
http://www.thenewyorkerstore.com/product_details.asp?sitetype=1&sid=122751&did=8§ion=books?mscssid=4T4GMAE13CR09HF7WUCU93G57HKED4BE&sitetype=1 buy it for me, or i'll buy it for myself for christmas with all the money i saved on your presents.