My birthday is on Monday. I am not having a party for the first time in my college career...and I couldn't be happier about that decission. This feels like the year I turned 18. I felt like I should have a party but I really didn't want to have one. So I didn't....and I remember that birthday fondly. Parties are too stressful to put together. I'm sick of planning and organizing and cleaning. I want to sit on my ass, have someone else buy me a really nice dinner, have some great sex, and maybe climb a tree or two. That sounds ideal...that's what I'm doing. Happy birthday to me. Oh...and I'm buying myself these because I wake up every morning thinking about them....therefore, they should be mine. 