It's My Birthday. Congratulate Me.
I think birthdays died with my parents. I know that sounds really morbid, but I think it's true. Birthdays were always a big thing with my Mom. She would wake us up by singing to us, and she would call us throughout the day just to say Happy Birthday (once we were home from school, of course). My Dad tried to keep that up by doing the same thing and also by just randomly walking into our rooms and either saying it or singing it. It would get really annoying.
I know it's very selfish to want this sort of attention, but isn't that the point of a birthday?
Adam is the only one who's done anything for me so far, and it's 7:16 p.m. We went and saw Iron Man 2 and it was fantastic. I thank Adam for getting me out of my house.
I guess I'm also just thinking these things because I've been sick for the past three days. Bleh!
I'm going back to my self-loathing now. Just thought I'd share with those who don't care :o)
I know it's very selfish to want this sort of attention, but isn't that the point of a birthday?
Adam is the only one who's done anything for me so far, and it's 7:16 p.m. We went and saw Iron Man 2 and it was fantastic. I thank Adam for getting me out of my house.
I guess I'm also just thinking these things because I've been sick for the past three days. Bleh!
I'm going back to my self-loathing now. Just thought I'd share with those who don't care :o)