I am being forced to have a birthday party, against my will. My friends insist. I hate birthdays. I hate big parties. So far the guest list is at thirty, and I've got about fifteen more people that I want to invite. Sucks.
the_spoil:
Happy birthday. I am with you on parties. I've never understood why other people think they can *make* you have a birthday party. It's your fucking birthday! They ought to do whatever the fuck you want. (within reason, of course.)
lynn:
Thanks. It wasn't too bad...coulda been better.