Didn’t even have to think about it: Bite Me
(this book cover is my wallpaper on my home pc)
Happy Birthday!
We should form a club (and get Russell Crowe to foo the bill. James Garner = Far Too Cheap).
Actually, I have running joke that on April 7, 1963, Og put all his effort re: talent & grace into that Aussie. And by the time he pulled round to my neck of the world he was tired and worn. He looked up at the Heavenly Host, all of whom seemed tired and sad, and suddenly became inspired.
He slapped cigars into all of their kissers & shouted, “Look, boys! No Hands…!” 
A good high-impact sports bra and a pair of Vibram FiveFinger shoes (Flow or KSO) would be awesome.
From the birthday fairy: a new car (or a bigger down payment so I don’t have to finance as much), removal of a few pounds from my round, middle aged body and a double fudge cake (iced, of course) with no calories and no carbs.
From real life folks: a romantic evening w/ the man of choice, a visit from my sister, a spa massage or a gift card to anyplace I enjoy shopping or eating.
My eighteenth birthday was last week. I asked my siblings and miscellaneous relatives for “A book or something pretty” and got two books and some necklaces, jewellery boxes and wind chimes. I asked my parents for a violin. They gave me a computer instead, which is even better.
If the birthday fairy is in town, I’d like a part-time job please.
I’d like my cow-orker’s wife to get a big raise and a new job assignment on the east coast somewhere so he’d have to move away and I wouldn’t have to put up with his BS anymore. Is that too much to ask?
Nothing.
Not a birthday person–never ask for anything and never expect anything, so wouldn’t make any difference what day it is.
iPhone.
I wanted one before they were even released, and it seems everyone but me has one. 
It has an astronomy app! You hold it up to the sky and it labels the stars!
I want an iPhone.
I have a whole list of patterns and sewing books I want. Take your pick, or hey, buy 'em all!
My birthday is in three weeks. I’ve asked for dinner at the sushi place that has all the vegetarian sushi, and a coconut cream pie rather than a cake. I’d also like this bike and a Keurig pod hot drink maker. My needs are pretty simple.
My birthday is in a few weeks. I asked the boyfriend for a nice dinner out but he said he was going to do that anyway so it doesn’t count as a present. I think I might ask for a hardcover illustrated edition of Alice in Wonderland.
I just had one and asked for nothing. I would have asked for a motherboard if there was a chance in Hell of getting one.
A laptop.
My birthday is in a couple of weeks and all I want is to be left alone.
A day off. I don’t like to work on Birthday.
From the Magical Land - For Celtling’s Dad to be magically removed from our lives. (No, I’m not going to tell you the whole story; and yes, that judgemental thought would disappear if you knew it.)
From the Real People - Target and WalMart gift certificates to help me get through the day-to-day while paying the lawyer’s bills.
I would prefer that day off the day after my birthday. 
Tomorrow really is my birthday. What I want most is for my dad not to be amongst the 10% of people at his company laid off next week because the military hasn’t paid his employer for any of the work they’ve requisitioned since December. Actually, given how free the US government is with money lately, I’d like for them to actually pay for their 2010 orders so no one gets laid off…