Howdy, y'all ... a big "FUCK YOU!" goes out to almost everyone that I know closely in my personal life, as today was, yes, my birthday, and outside of my family and my fabulous girlfriend, I heard nary a word of felicitation aside from Brad and Blair. Now Blair is a very, very, VERY young man (after all, I am more than 600,000 seconds his senior), but he showed a great deal of maturity today, considering he is barely old enough to walk on his own, by taking time out of his day to wish me a good one. Brad also, for the first time in his life, used good judgement and sent me an e-mail to wish me a happy birthday instead of calling (to save me the over $1 a minute it costs me to receive phone calls while I'm in the USA). I guess we know now who really gives a damn vs. those who are looking out for #1, now, don't we?

I spent today at work getting a bunch of stuff done, then after the gym, me and Dave and John went out for some food and some brews. If it weren't for their company, this could easily have been the worst birthday ever - yet another example of why I hate birthdays!

Go fuck yourself, San Diego.

Update: Props to Christine and Lina, who also sent me birthday greetings, except to my Hotmail account, so I didn't get them until days later :)