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so, it's my birthday weekend. happy fucking birthday to me. even though i a.)cleaned the entire house yeaterday. b.)made a fabulous dinner for john && his friend tony. c.)didn't even get a thanks, or flowers, until i had to ask. d.)am not going to get to do what i want for my birthday, because we're going to do whatever you want either way. i'm done ranting &&raving. i'm just begining to realize that i'm not as happy as i thought i was. && on that note, this entry is over. over &&out.