My last visit was a year ago. Wow. Another thing to ponder: It's barely after midnight and 10 people, 8 of whom I have never met and probably never will, have already wished me a happy birthday on Facebook, yet the odds of my own father calling are beyond slim.
when my birthday came around several months ago, NONE of my family members called me. the only person who did was my aunt who lives about five states away and my mother texted me, but that was it and, it's like, what the **** is this? You can't call your daughter?
everyone i know on this site and people on my facebook wished me happy birthday, but my own siblings nor my mother would call me. i understand how you feel.
and here's some birthday cake because nothing tastes better than birthday cake:
Inflate-a-dates are anthropomorphic balloons. They are NOT women - never mind "real women". They're not even alive!
"Real woman" is an oxymoron anyway. You either ARE or you AREN'T (gender identity and intersex considerations aside, but that's a topic of depth that I don't ever expect to see from our bunch and one that certainly doesn't belong in a birthday thread).
Or is this a redheads reference? I am certainly very fond of them and they are a rare sight in these parts, but my tastes have evolved a bit over the... x centuries I've been here.
Erm, sorry about that, Arokthis... I'm sure you're of how our little corner of forum operates though.