Reclaim my day. Thats what I was told. And that was what I had planned to do. A nice quiet day with friends. Shopping, lunch and catching the Simpsons in gold class. Sounds like fun huh? Well its not the greatest celebration but I was really looking forward to it.
Until the lunch date didn't get back to me. That left me, the Gay Biotch, and his boyfriend (the singer). I got a call from the biotch early on. I told him I'd be at westfield and I'd let him know just as I was leaving. Which I did. I didn't hear back from him but I assumed he was getting ready and I wasn't really worried. I go up to the cinema after about an hour to pick up tickets. I call him. His phone is switched off.
I leave the cinema without tickets. And wander round the shopping centre for another hour or so. I try calling again. Phone still off. At this point the message is crystal fucking clear. They're not coming. I head down to the food court and grab something to eat. I head home and turn on Greys Anatomy. My phone rings. Its the biotch. He had fallen asleep waiting for me to call... with his phone turned off. He can't make it to the screening tonight because he's heading of to karaoke. Do I want to catch it with him tomorrow? I'm most likely spending tomorrow afternoon with Green Eyes.
So here I am. 4:55 on my birthday. The one that was supposed to be better than the last four. I feel sick and tired. I'm alone and lonely. I want to go home but I'm already there and so I'm confused. I want to do something special but there's nothing thats really special that you can do by yourself. I will catch the Simpsons tonight. By myself. I will start the next year of my life being as sad, pathetic and lonely as I've always been. Nothing will change.
So here it is. Happy fucking birthday to me. Its been a fucking fantabulous day. NOT. The world is full of arseholes and you can all go fuck yourselves. I'm going to get pissed.