Today is without a doubt themost depressing birthday I can remember. Well, maybe not depressing so much as dissapointing. In a vague sort of way. Sort of like a phantom pain. Has nothing to do with Glamour Dust, unless this is in some way everyones secret masochistic way of making me unhappy on my birthday, and some effeminate (literally and figuratively) horney guy hits on me later on tonight, but I couldn't come up with a better place to rant about it. So I'm gonna just go home and be miserable about it in private now.
Happy birthday to me. Yay. *streamers*