quikstrike98 wrote:Aug 14th is mine, and I'm too damn' old. Considering I separated from my wife in March, and the girlfriend who later ended up living with me (no, I met her AFTER I got separated, I did not leave my wife for someone else), well...she wasn't living with me anymore...I spent my birthday in bed, got up at around 3PM, fed the dogs, and went to work.
I really hate being reminded that it's my birthday anymore, anyway.
Awww. Mine was a normal day. Go to work, then go to dinner with my father who babbled about my stepmother's drinking and how it effected their sex life (say it with me people: EWWWWW!) and then went to the bar where I got to witness a breakup of two of my good friends, and then deal with the crying afterwards.
Sad thing, it was better than the year before, when I broke up with my boyfriend on my birthday.
Birthdays should be banned.
FuturePeter is my make believe boyfriend.
When in doubt, go straight to sex. --Jack Coleman (HRG)