A Very Merry Un(un)Birthday to Me!

I share a birthday with Oprah.

I wish I shared some money and global influence with Oprah. oh well.

What I DO have that she doesn't (to the best of my knowledge) is a wicked awesome birthday card with a Yeti, from my very own Yeti. A book about branding so I can further educate/confuse small children about the dangers of everything they know and love (consumerism). Beautiful flowers from my best friend in Florida and a phone message with bad singing and a reminder about how truly old I am.

My mother bought us a coffee maker and a stereo stand (thanks mom!) and she and pops also donated money to my poor lifestyle cause. (Point of clarification: I don't want to be poor, I just am).

Mostly I hate birthdays, but this one was alright (aside from my grandmother claiming that she hates me because she thinks I'm mad at her)... I don't get it either people, but it's a shitty feeling knowing that your granny's mad at you (or worse yet... disappointed!) I can't wait until I'm old and have that kind of intense influence. I'm going to make everyone miserable and it'll be awesome.

I was hiding out at school all day and that was working well. Report cards kept me safe from the birthday curse. I think that the vanilla vodka I bought is going to make it all better. I think I'm going to go and drink the vanilla vodka now.