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Wow my birthday was monday. What a waste of time
I really dont care for birthdays. I think mines a little too close to christmas for me to even bother registering it. I always got "This is for your birthday and christmas". Expecting me to believe that i got a 'better' gift if they mixed the 2. Bull-crap. My sister, who's birthday is in june, got 2 good gifts why the hell was i just given 1? Cheapskate fucking family. So yeah you can probably see that I'm into the consumerist 'xmas'. I went to a CoE primary school, made it so I didn't believe in God and the Bible. Sue me.

Moving on, the real reason for the EMO whine, cos thats all these ever are, is that my birthday(last year) is when Philippa and I got together again. She came around after work, brought me a gift (a good gift mind you, great book), we talked and got back together. We'll forget that a month and a day later she ditched me for that fucker Tim. *ahem*
So yeah birthdays mean to me: Cheap family and heart break. Roll on Christmas cos i'm sure thats gonna be great fun.

Blah I'm off to bed. Rant mode deactivated.