My Birthday’s Tomorrow

So tomorrow’s my birthday. Quite something, huh, considering how old I am about to become tomorrow.

You know I have never thought very nicely about my birthday ever. Because it was always at the end of the month when everyone, including my parents, my brother, my friend, my husband, my landlord, everyone, is out of money and waiting for the next salary before they can buy me something. So I never really received too many birthday gifts. Ok, I’d be lying if I said that there were never any gifts, because of course there were, but you know, a birthday gift doesn’t feel like a birthday gift unless you get it on your birthday. And it’s worse when people ask me what I want, because most often I want a nicely pink Sony Vaio or a nicely white Fiat Linea, or even an all expenses paid trip to Italy, but I can’t say that. I mean, how difficult can it be to pick out a gift for me? I love flowers, I love Mills and Boons, I love shoes, I love clothes, I love chocolate browinies, I love nicely big pillows and nicely framed pictures, I love nice crockery…so get me one of those rather than ask me what I want !!

Another thing I hated about my birthday is that it was always on a weekday. So everyone went to work or school and no one had any time to celebrate with me. Even this year D will be working on his stupid report and I will be sitting alone at home, with the laptop, playing Farmville on FB. My father has always sung to me over the phone because he was away on duty. My brother alway sent me a text message and my nephew always had homework to finish before you could talk to me. My friends were always at work or away, so no one ever had any time to come home and have a party with me, or even go out for dinner with me.

Anyway, so tomorrow’s the birthday and I am gifting myself something. It’s a new year for me, right, a new life? So I thought I shall make another desperate attempt to give up the last remnants of the fondness I still have for cigarette smoking. It’s like cutting the last thread that bound us together, but it’s ok. I have had my fair share of it and all the people around me, concerned for me, deserve some sort of respect. So there.

And all you people, leave a note to wish me. It will mean a lot. I’ll let y’all know how it went.