You better watch your back;

On my birthday, I did nothing.
Everyone wished me Happy Birthday, which was nice, and we didn't seem to have a lot of work in school which was just a lucky coincidence.
It was 60 degrees outside though.
60 fucking degrees in December!
That's not natural.
I went home and opened my cards.
For some reason those cards make me feel all fuzzy inside.
It feels like someone wrote that card just for me.
I got money, and that was it.
I'm not complaining, I'm glad I got money.
Then I ate cake and watched Jeopardy.
That was my birthday.
And for some reason I really loved it.