So I made a birthday wish, and I made it out loud, and everyone said it wouldn't come true because it was supposed to be a secret.
But they were ALL WRONG! Because apparently my pheromones are flying out into the universe and bringing men to me in droves. Take that, naysayers!
Yay! It's finally my birthday!
I'm old, but I totally don't care. I still love having a whole day that's all about me (though I am sure some of my ex-boyfriends and probably my siblings would argue that I think EVERY day is all about me) and I definitely will never get tired of cake.
I'm having dinner with some of my lovelies tonight, and should be cooking and cleaning even at this late hour, but the lure of my new boyfriend the Internet is strong.
I have spent the entire day doing exactly as I pleased (even though most of it was pretty boring, to be quite honest) which was my birthday gift to myself. That, and also I paid off my car...take that, bank bitches! Happy birthday to me!
