March 14, 1985: I am born, three weeks early. They put me in an incubator.
March 14, 1986: I turn one. Please don't expect me to remember details.
March 14, 1987: I turn two. See above.
March 14, 1988: I don't remember this one, either, although apparently I was three.
March 14, 1989: I am four. My mom likes to tell me about the super special carrot
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Oh, and Happy Pi Day, too. Have a pie!
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Happy birthday, hope your 23rd gets a bit better. I'll be down on 4th Ave tonight as well. Which bar are you going to be at?
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Also, I wish I could fill you in on your 2004 birthday, but honestly I can't remember. I remember your 2005, 2006, and 2007 birthdays, of course. You had a murder mystery dinner for your 2005 birthday as well (The Halloween-ish one where I had to play a Frankenstein type character).
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Um. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot? My parents kept us from being spoiled by being poor. Also: child abuse. Loads and loads of abuse. But Olive Garden? I would have given up every other birthday party I ever had for dinner at an Olive Garden at age 8.
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I have no further insight...
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