I really am. Right now, I'm all sorts of self-pitying and girly. I'm usually not so bad, but I'm having a bad day in general (lack of sleep after having a few glasses of wine that should've made me sleep well), so this just adds to it.
Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 23 (my husband found it amusing to remind me that I am almost a quarter of a century old, the turd). I did not expect gifts. I did not expect most people to know. I had invited two friends to come over for dinner that my husband was going to prepare. One had to visit her dad, but the other was able to come. That was really nice.
The girl who is supposed to be my best friend didn't call. She didn't email me. She didn't even leave a message on MySpace. This would not bother me so much if it weren't for the fact that her birthday is ONE day before mine, and I called AND emailed her to be SURE she got the "happy birthday" message. Needless to say, I'm a bit unhappy at this.
I think the part that gets me most is that women who have NEVER met were sending me "happy birthday" messages. Yet my "best friend" couldn't seem to do it. Not even a 10 second email. My mom was the only person that I didn't SEE in person to actually give me a happy birthday call.
So, yeah, I'm all sorts of self-pitying right now. I know, I'm being far too sensitive, but I do, in fact, have a vagina, so I think I'm entitled to it every so often. Well, I think now it's time to go gorge myself on yakisoba (what my husband made) and cheesecake. Sigh. I'm such a girl sometimes