Pity Party Table for One
I have always heard that the older you get the worse birthdays are. Until this year I had never experienced that. My birthday is only 2 weeks away, and usually one of my friends asks me what I want to do or what I want. This year I had already decided that I didn't want anything materialistic. I just wanted all my friends to go out somewhere with me for one night. Whenever one of my friends birthdays came up this year I planned or helped plan the party. Even if I wasn't asked to help I at least showed up. Well, I finally got tired of waiting for someone to ask me what I wanted to do, so I called one of my friends. I simply asked her if she would want to go out the weekend before my birthday. After 12 years of being friends and having her plan my birthday every year, she apparently forgot. She made plans for that whole weekend. "No problem" I said. Then today I called another one of my friends to see if she wanted to do something. She too forgot and made plans for that same weekend. So far out of all my "friends" I have 2 that said they would like to do something. I guess times like these let you know who your real friends are. Happy birthday to me.


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Would you like to order a Wahburger and some french cries?
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