Bday Bluez...
Birthdays suck for a number of reasons.
My main reason being: I just threw a damn hissy fit because my mom was acting all casual about my bday, so I went behind her back and invited my whole family over for dinner then out for drinks. Kudos, Alex. Mama had already done that, thus making me look like a complete DICK to my whole family. I can just hear the muttering now: “Ungrateful little brat.” “Selfish.” “Why do we even do this for her.” The thought of it makes me want to crawl in a hole and die. No that little get-together won’t be awkward. Won’t be awkward at all.
My second reason I think birthdays suck is that I am older. Its all cool to get older when you’re 16. But I’m turning 25. I am now being shoved out of the check box category of 18-24 and catapulting into the 25-60 range. Next time I fill out a survey, they won’t know if I’m 25 or mother fucking ancient. I’m never filling anything out again, ever.
My third reason birthdays suck is that everyone feels obligated to have a big dinner or a big get-together with all of your friends. Listen peeps, I don’t really like too many of you guys outside of a bar atmosphere. And I sure as hell don’t need the random cliques clashing together over calimari. Ya heard?
The only light at the end of the tunnel is that come Saturday, my insurance drops. THATS IT. Well that and a solid excuse to booze.