short pants romance

In the interest of being fair to birthdays, I need to add to yesterday's horrible entry that I really do enjoy birthdays themselves, taken out of the context of getting older. The funny thing is that this year I'm especially enjoying my birthday. Today one of the girls who works for me made me a cake and everyone gave me a card with very sweet things written in it. On Saturday I'm having a big party that will hopefully prove to be fun fun fun and make me feel for a few hours like maybe I'm not such a loser. I tend to generally sort of fade into the woodwork, so I feel like my birthday is a nice break from that, where I can brag to everyone that it's my special day and be the center of attention for a bit. There's something really nice about that.

So birthdays aren't so horrible, and in a way they're sort of the bright side of getting older. To me it's much more depressing to just let them go by uncelebrated.