Birthday Morbidity.

Fifteen years ago, I used to celebrate my Fall birthday for a whole month. From October 1st to All Hallows Eve, it was all about me. I ate frosted birthday cakes. I threw costume parties. I went to carnivals, flea markets, arts and crafts fairs, and amusement parks. By mid-month, everyone I knew was pissed off at me. “Too bad, so sad” I said. “Go celebrate your own birthday for a month and stop being jealous of me!” Well, this year, I didn’t do sh*t and I admit that I am feeling pouty and sad. Poor me. Here’s my post. Happy 48th,

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