It's my Birthday and I'll write a blog if I want to...

Tomorrow I am 23. Not an overly important Birthday but not one that should be dismissed by any stretch of the imagination.

What will I be doing for my Birthday you ask? ABSOLUTELY. NOTHING!

My best friend decided that my Birthday wasn't important and that she would plan it so she had no money to do anything.

Hunter won't miss the Easter Parade to come hang out with me.

Pretty much, my Birthday doesn't register as important on anyone's agenda.

I know I have a princess attitude! I have never doubted this. I don't think I should have a Birthday, but a Birth-Week. It is the one day a year that is all about me. Christmas, Easter and other holidays are all shared. But on the 14th of April, 23 years ago, my mother pushed me out of her vagina thus adding me to the world and I want it fucking celebrated.

I spend almost every Birthday crying but this is a promise to myself that this is the last year. Next year will be awesome. I will make it that way. I will have my Birthday week and it will be AMAZING... And to everyone who lets this Birthday pass and be less than magical, you will NOT be at the next one!!