I never really understood the big deal about birthdays.
I mean, really, it’s not like I have some condition or sickness that would lover my chances of surviving another year and there are no big sabre tooth tigers lurking around here.
So, really, we’re celebrating that I didn’t step out in front of a big truck for a grand total of 365 days?
Couldn’t people celebrate me when I accomplish something real instead?
I mean, honestly, I spent more energy on paying my bills this month than on turning 32. And I sure felt like I deserved cake and alcohol more after that!
Anyways: I turn 32 tomorrow. Yay!