Last week was my birthday. Well, not all of last week; just one particular day. I wanted to make up an elaborate story involving tiaras and flying to Miami, but my subconscious has a really loud voice and it was hard to type over the screams of lame! in the background. In truth my birthday was relatively uneventful and, as birthdays are wont to be, filled with resentment toward the people who love me.

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