This day is so terrible, it has to be the second worst birthday I’ve ever had.
I’m in a new city and all my old friends are back in Edmonton. All my new friends here are too busy bickering amongst themselves to get together for my birthday.
Worst still, my family is probably going to start phoning their well wishes and I hate my family. There’s a reason I moved so far away.
I’ve been dreading this for a few days now, I knew it would suck. On Wednesday night, a gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous girl found out I lived a block away from her and suggested that maybe she should come by some time. I murmured something like, “Just don’t throw shit in my yard.” and disappeared. I didn’t mean to burn her like that, I just really wasn’t paying the slightest bit of attention because I was dreading my birthday.
Next time I see her I’ll take her for a walk and apologize and put my arm around her and get her talking and hopefully everything will be all right.
Last year was my worst birthday ever, by far, and I’ve only had a handful of pleasurable birthdays. Last year I walked into my room at my birthday party and found my girlfriend having sex with someone I didn’t even know! I wondered why he was invited.