Yay. I'm older.

Yep, it's my birthday. Woohoo. I remember when I was a kid, I always looked forward to my birthday. Presents! Cake! Ice Cream! You know, good stuff. I never had the usual kids b-day party though because everyone was always on vacation when my birthday hit. No clowns or magicians. No pony rides. No balloons and streamers. Wow, that really sucks. Now that I'm older, I really dread my birthday. Not because I'm getting older, that's obvious to me every day. But because my birthday has always hit right around the time of some drama in my life. I blame the lack of kids parties for the really bad soap opera quality of my life. I swear, I should write my life story sometime and see about getting it published. Though they'd probably file it in the humor section of the store.

I finally got a response from the ex this morning. It was an entire sentence via email. Too bad that he didn't answer all of my questions. I guess that I'm going to keep harassing him until I get my answers. I hope that it's going to really suck to be him when I get through. Really, I'm not trying to be vindictive, I just want some damned answers. They're not even tough questions! I tried being reasonable, but that didn't work, so now I'm being annoying. I figure it's really easy for me to make annoying phone calls since he lives 4 hours behind me time wise. Hehe, so when I call at 9 am, it's 5 am there. That can't go over well...Especially when I mention that I'm going to start calling his family, and his co-workers, and especially his boss...Yep, I plan on going there if I don't get answers soon. Probably even his attorney too. If it causes him trouble, I really don't care any more. Considering how many tears that I've shed because I don't know how my dogs (aka my babies) are doing, he can just suffer. I've tried being nice my whole life, and in retrospect, what has it gotten me? Nothing. I don't even have a place of my own or a job. I've only got a few friends left (hard to maintain a friendship when I was living so far away, so I can't blame them), and my boyfriend doesn't include me in 95% of his life. So all I've really got are a couple of friends and a cat left. Thirty-seven years, and that's it. Oh, and a really bad spanish soap opera style of life. I swear I even hear dramatic music playing at key intervals. Right now, I'm just wishing for a commercial break so that I can stop thinking about all this crap. Any way, I've rambled enough for now.

Thanks to everyone who wished me a Happy Birthday. I wish you were all here so we could have an excuse for some fun and laughter!