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It's 6pm.
6 people have acknowledged what day it is.
I've spoken to about 20.
I have 5 cards on the window sill.
2 of them are generic cards from night clubs.
I'm spending my birthday curled up on my bed.
And I hate you all.
Seriously, not even a happy birthday? Fuck you all then. Don't throw strops when I "forget" your birthdays right back.
Assholes.
Edit: I ought to add, please stop using my birthday as a reason to make me feel like shit about myself.
Edit2: Oh, so this is how the rest of my birthday's gonna go? Sat in a pager conversation with Slavik about how someone apparently can't page me? Ending my existence now, kthxbai.
To a site that has been around for a few months, but now that Joeys settled with one method of presenting data, we're ok.
She writes the Cracked style articles, I seem to write all the rants.
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