Nov 23, 2005 16:33
I used to be of the mindset that as my birthday were to approach, I wouldn't mention it to anyone. That way, I can tell who my real friends are, because they will remember when my b-day is anyway without the reminder. TRUE friends remember you birthday.
Well, that's horseshit.
Just last year I forgot about 2 of my best friends b-days. It wasn't because I'm not their friend, (for crying out loud, I consider these people 2 of my best friends, and that is a very exclusive club) it was because I was busy with student teaching, personal hang-ups, a boyfriend, a looming graduation from BSU and all THAT entails - you know, petty life shit.
But I hate making fucking excuses.
I forgot, okay? And that makes me a shithead. A forgetful shit-headed friend, definitely, but a friend nonetheless.
So, the bottom line is, my birthday doth approacheth. It is this Saturday the 26th. If you happen to remember, then that's great and I love you.
If you completely forget, then that's okay - I still love you and I'm glad you count me as a friend. Happy Birthday to me.
Final Note: Please don't buy me anything (and I DON'T mean that in the way that says, "Please don't buy me anything, but I DO actually want you to buy me something, but I can't actually say that because then it makes me look greedy and selfish.").
Seroiusly, just don't spend money on me - thank you.