So, far this birthday weekend has sucked ass. Why?

The hotel lost my reservation, didn't apologize, then charged me an extra $10 per person in the room.

The night clerk actually told me to "Shut up," so he could tell me where to park (and pay) after they gave out more parking vouchers for the free parking lot than they had parking spaces.

Almost everyone was strangely bitchy to me. With the exception of two people, I paid for my own drinks. Who does that on their own birthday?

So much for my milestone 25th. I'm actually sorry that my birthday is tomorrow because that means that the whole fucking ordeal isn't completely over with yet.

Yes, I'm being Emo. I really don't give a crap. People get EMOtionial when having their hopes dashed and their heart crushed.