Jeez. It seems like it was just yesterday that I was a carefree girl of 33.
It is my birthday today. A year closer to middle age. A year closer to the grave. Whatever.
Right now while most of you are toiling at your stupid jobs, I'm eating some mighty tasty Oreo cheesecake, drinking a trough of coffee, and downloading Cracker's "Happy Birthday to Me" at Cafe Jumping Bean. Maybe I'll listen to it 34 times. Maybe I'll eat 34 pieces of cheesecake.
Who knows. It's my birthday. I can do what I want.
I'll be at Flatwater at 5:07 tonight if anyone wants to stalk me (an ideal birthday present) and/or buy me a drink.
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Thanks and sure thing!
You're going to have all the e-stalkers after you now.
How about 34 oz of a lovely Leinenkugel's Sunset Wheat beer?
Enjoy your day.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIATCH.
HAVE A GOOD TIME!
CHAD
Happy Birthday. 34 is a damn sexy number.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SISTER!!! I'm so sorry I was an airhead . . . it was a long day. Your next drink is on me!!!!!!! 2tat
Happy Birthday.
You're still cool at 34. How many people can honestly say that?
A belated happy birthday, Angie!
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