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Tuesday, April 12, 2011

eight days

My birthday’s next week wednesday, and to be honest I don’t want to celebrate it at all. It’s not because I dredge the fact that I’m getting older, I’m just not interested in having a big shabang or a shabang at all. I hope no one remembers and I’ll pretend like its another day. I don’t want cake, or a party, or a shindig or NADA. Let’s all pretend that its NOT my birthday and move on to the next day.

I don’t know, I sound really depressing but I don’t care. It’s only another year, not like I’m 50 or something.