Levi’s Bloaaaahg

Last Saturday I had a party for my friends and family in honor of my 23rd birthday. That was nice, but the actual birthday feeling wasn’t there. Maybe because my real birthday was yesterday. But the problem is, that on my real birthday, the feeling was nowhere to be found either.
So, I’m aging, without the feeling of aging. Suppose there’s nothing wrong with that? Guess again. It’s the whole point of being the center of attention (I’m a total slut for attention) and everyone congratulating you on how good you look, even if you just added up a number. And there were only two people who could congratulate me in person yesterday; my roommate and my girlfriend. And they both got me really great gifts.
I had to work a night shift and none of my colleagues had the slightest idea that was my day. In fact, no one even probably knew. But before the clock stroked 9 a.m. I got 2 phone calls, 5 text messages and 5 messages on Hyves. Decent score.
Later that evening, I went for sushi with Lois. She told me that she was a bit jealous of me. That there are so many people that like me.
“One of your friends called all the way from the States, your roommate’s little brother called you from the Middle East. You got tons of text messages, phone calls and e-mails. People really like you.”
“I like it when people like me. I try to be like-able. In fact, some people don’t like me for that. I sometimes don’t like myself for that.”
But she’s right, I shouldn’t bitch about it. I got so many happy birthday wishes yesterday, I didn’t even get the chance to thank everyone. So. Everyone: thank you. I like you all very much.