You can’t make me turn 28! I will lie through my teeth if asked!
Okay, not really. It’s just another year. Another year behind me. Another year before me. I’m not obsessed with my birthday. In fact, it’s almost an annoyance. All these people come out of the woodwork on Facebook to post on my wall because they got the notification that it was my birthday today. People I haven’t even talked to in years. Really? And the phone calls! Don’t even get me started. I’m not a person who enjoys talking on the phone on a normal day. My dad is the only person I enjoy talking to. I just don’t want to be answering the phone in some fake cheerful tone and deal with the small talk, giggle cutely, and thank them for the birthday wishes. If you really want to acknowledge my birthday and you have my number, a text is sufficient.
The only people who get away with not doing this are those who don’t have a cellphone. I believe that number is in the range of… 2. My grandparents.
But, really, the novelty of birthdays wore off a long time ago.
On another note, I got the birthday package from my dad yesterday. He had individually wrapped each gift and everything went into a box with packing peanuts. So cute! I got…
Chocolate kisses (yum! And they survived! O__o)
Atomic fireballs (um, thanks? Dad thought I liked them lol)
fluffy Holiday socks
fluffy PURPLE SOCKS
a purple Game Boy Color
Pokemon Red
Donky Kong
Yay! I can play Pokemon now!
Do you like how I categorized my birthday as a holiday? 
Dec 08, 2010 • 01:37 pm