Happy St. Patrick's day, first of all...

Second...Thank you to everyone who wished me a Happy Birthday.

My birthday was yesterday, the 16th and I didn't even pay tribute to myself. How sad. My birthday started off as "yuck." Woke up a little late, took a quick shower and ripped through the dry cleaning bags to pick out my birthday outift. I chose to wear my sweater set that has a detachable collar and cuffs and realized the sonsabitches removed said detachable collar and cuffs and did not place them back on which, let me tell you cost me a lot of time in the hair department. After spending almost fifteen minutes trying to figure out how to attach them back on, I calmed myself and decided to fix my hair first, then get back to the collar and cuffs later. I quickly fixed the hair then went back to the sweater. Realizing I was going to be SUPER late for work, I buttoned the collar and cuffs back on as best I could (the wrong way of course), sped away in my Jetta onto a rotary where traffic was bumper to bumper. Coming to the conclusion that everyone on the road is a fuck head but me, I decide to drive my way and pass a few cars (It was my birthday, damnit). So while I'm waiting to exit the rotary I hear this obnoxious horn blaring...Honk, Honk, Honk...I had presumed the woman sitting in her car next to me was pressing her horn at the asshole in front of us who was driving in the middle lane instead of picking a side. Well, the horn blaring starts to get to me so I turn to look at her, come to find the ricebowl hairstyled woman is actually pissed off at me for "cutting her off" (which I DID NOT, I was taking control of the situation and I strategically passed her). Well, as I look at her, she mouths to me that she's calling the cops and proceeds to show me her cell phone. She mouthed the words, "I'm calling the cops on you." I'm like, "Okay, it's my birthday" and just sit in traffic with the rest of them. Finally we get moving, I start to get paranoid that the local cops are gonna find me so I sped all the way down 24 South which got me to work sooner than I had expected. I get to the prison, yank out my rollie cart and roll my ass on into the center. Get upstairs and I realize my sweater looks jacked up after saying hello to abazillian Correction Officers so I head to the ladies room to try and fix it. I fixed the cuffs but could not figure out how to fix the collar but I didn't care anymore and just wore it all jacked up. I didn't really have a great day there, it was okay...I left early because it started to snow...really hard. I get back to the office to find the officemates had bought me lunch and a cake and they sang to me (I was embarrassed but it made happy). Later on, it snowed heavily and me and the officemates went out for some drinks. I drove home slipping and sliding through the snow, which was fun...Got some birthday calls from the fam and went to sleep.

This birthday has been a bit of a wake up call for me. I thank everyone who tried and did make it special for me. Even though I don't like people knowing because I don't like it to be made a big deal of, I DO like when someone says, "Happy Birthday" to me. It's a nice feeling.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

(It's eight O'clock)

Sean: I got out early, we can have dinner out tonight.

Me: Okay. (Thinking he wanted to celebrate my birthday early)

(An hour passes me by, I decide to call him)

Sean: Hi (Laughter)

Me: Hey, where are you?

Sean: I'm sitting in front of a Dunkin Donuts with my ghetto phone (Laughter with voices in the background)

Me: Oh, well you better get home soon if you wanna have dinner out.

Sean: Why?

Me: The restaurants are gonna close soon.

Sean: (Says with annoyance) Well, I'll just pick you up some McDonalds or something.

Me: K.


I guess I shouldn't even expect that much.

Happy Birthday, to me.