Let's Party Like It's My Birthday!

Today is my birthday.

Except it really isn’t. I moved it to today for a variety of reasons, but mostly because last year my friend died on my birthday.

I am not a complex being. Most people describe me as “guy-like” with my emotions. Meaning that, on any given day, I feel nothing. I am not happy or sad or mad, I am just being. I, unlike most women, cannot feel more than one emotion at a time. I recognized last year that I would never again be happy on the 11^th. So, the search began for a new day for me to call my birthday.

I was inclined to say July. I really, really like the month of July. It’s warm, there’s festivals, fireworks, and national pride all in that month! OH I LOVE JULY!

But I thought I should at least keep it close to my “real” birthday. Plus, and not that I even think this matters or would have given two shits about this, if I changed the month my zodiac sign would change. Yeah, see, even writing that seems stupid. But I know other people would care about that, so I had to stay in February.

My dad’s birthday is January 9^th and Eric’s birthday is February 19^th, so I figured that February 9^th might be the best day. Its one month later than my dad’s, and 10 days before Eric’s, and therefore easily remembered by the two men in my life. February 9^th is perfect!

And that, my dear friends, is why my birthday is today. NOW NONE OF YOU GO AND DIE ON ME TODAY OR I WILL BE SO PISSED.