Hppy brthdy t y

Happy Birthday to me,
Happy Birthday to me,
Happy Birthday Dear Mister Sarcastic,
Happy Birthday to me!

I hate my birthday. Maybe not hate, but I couldn’t be any less enthusiastic about it. It is treated with the same tolerated contempt as Christmas. Man, I’m such a miserable bastard.

Today is my 32nd birthday. I have deactivated wall posts on Facebook so that no-one can comment and let anyone who doesn’t know, know. Nobody at work is aware and nobody has said anything. I only need to get through to 3 o’ clock (less than two hours) and I’m home and dry without any embarrassing birthday fuss.

Maybe I will work out, one day, why I am the way I am.


4 thoughts on “Hppy brthdy t y

  1. I knew a kid who had to get a replacement birth certificate for ID purposes. When he got it he realised that he had been celebrating his birthday on the wrong day for as long as he could remember.

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