My birthday is in two weeks.
Ugh. I think I'll make hundreds of cupcakes and pass them out all day. To focus on other people. Because let's face it...I don't handle my birthdays very well when people focus on me. I actually ran away from my birthday party last year. "Why is Stephanie running into the distance? Wait, we can't see her anymore." Not good.
I've never had a great birthday party. I can't remember a single one that made me want to kick my heels up and shout.
I've always done the same thing......eat food and converse with friends. Woohoo. Sounds like every other day of my life. Partay.
Maybe I should do something different that's not about me. I don't know. The best days are never planned. They're cultivated by destiny and refined in the fires of shared agony. No, really. One of the best times I had was being on a boat in a storm. Hundreds of people were throwing up, and I sat at the same table as the guy I liked. ...maybe it was more like clinging to the table than sitting at it, but anyway... to be that miserable with someone else is really special.
Oh no...I just calculated.....I'll be PMSing on my birthday. Bahahaha
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