My birthday is 8 days away, thats 196 hours or 11775 minutes away…
I’m a little excited.
The last couple of years I’ve been the person that says ‘just get me a card’ or ‘I’m not that really bothered – its another day’. I don’t know why, maybe its because I don’t like being the centre of attention or that my mum has always taught me to be grateful for anything I get, because on some other continent there’s a child that’s dying of some pathetic disease and doesn’t have any water blah blah blah…
This year, I’m being picky – I want everything.
I want the mass get together where it’s all focused on me, I want the holiday with the boyfriend where we do everything I want to do, I want a mountain of gifts and I want need chocolate cake. With candles. Twenty two of them. Now.
This sounds uber selfish, but I think for one day I can be selfish. Maybe?
I’ve dropped enough hints for a man to notice (i.e. BLATAINT IN YOUR FACE), so I’ll let you know how it goes.
xx
