Well, it is no longer my official birthday, but since I haven't gone to bed yet it still counts.
I am getting older now, but not old. Even with the maturity that supposidly comes with age, I still want to feel like a five year old. However, this is the first year that I've spent most of the day without anyone around. I did buy myself some ice cream to celebrate (and I noticed that Ben and Jerry's has reduced the number of cookie dough chunks in thier pints (or at least on the top)).
The great part was the number of friends who remembered my birthday despite the fact that I am so bad about remembering theirs. The sad part was, there was no one to go out to celebrate with me anywhere near here. This is because I don't have the friendships here that I did in college or in DC. It just reminds me of what I miss the most, and then I hear a dumb song "Closing Time" and suddenly I am nostalgic for days past and starting a blog.
So, happy birthday to me and I'm glad I got the ice cream.
