it's strange since i like attention so much, but for some reason, people examining my wrinkles doesn't make me feel very celebratory. however, i had the luckiest birthday! i totally made out like a bandit:
i know what you're thinking. birthdays aren't about things, they're about having your loved ones around loving you, celebrating that you came into this world, blah, blah, blah. well, you're WRONG. and i'm surrounded by my nice things:
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