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I was planning on putting Cinco de Mayo and birthdays on the List, and having your birthday on Cinco de Mayo on the double super hard List, but then I ended up spending so much time wading through hundreds of Facebook posts from people I barely know telling me to have a happy day, and I kind of got distracted. "Happy Birthday! Here, let me spam you!" Thanks.
In everyone's defense, I would probably complain if no one posted anything too, so you can't really win with me. I call that the insecure narcissist corollary.
Cinco de Mayo, since I've got a spare minute here between email notifications, (fuck there goes another one) is great, because it's like a slightly racist version of New Year's Eve and St Patrick's Day all rolled into one. Slightly more racist, but no one cares about the Irish anyway, so whatever.
Haha, get me, I'm a fucking Mexican. Dig this hat and mustache I've got on. JUST LIKE A MEXICAN.
Y U MAD THO? Maybe it's because I can't go out for a simple drink with friends or to dinner on my birthday, ever again, particularly since this shitty tradition is only picking up steam every year, like a piece of shit rolling down a steam hill I guess you'd say, without having to dodge packs of bros puking frozen maragaritas and burrito juice in the middle of the sidewalk. You guys are sick. No, literally, you are sick and throwing up. That's weird.
Maybe it's because, well, no, it's because of the thing I already said. So, moral of the story here, as it always is, is don't do anything fun, because it's seriously ruining my ability to have a mediocre time in peace.
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http://www.buzzfeed.com/somenorcalguy/who-are-the-beatles-e6x
not sure what to do with this, so I'll just leave it here and let you have at it. I don't get the big deal
and happy birthday
For some reason that kind of warmed my iced over soul rather than make me mad. The girl in the pink hair was bullshitting though.
My birthday was on Thursday too, and seriously, fuck waiting an hour to get a table or even a drink anywhere, ugh.
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