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I am bothered. Someone has to know this because I rarely have anyone to tell situations, emotions, stories, or dreams to who will not turn every sentence out of my mouth back towards themselves. I understand the I Am Sympathizing With You By Telling My Own Version, and I am plenty guilty of just that, but sometimes you just need an ear, a "What the fuck?", a "What happened next?", or an "Are you serious?!"

For someone who has to share her income with her deadbeat, "I can't get a second job because my first one will cut my 12 hours a week to just 8," girlfriend, Dmnq is pretty selfish. Birthdays are the perfect example.

The year she turned 21, her job wouldn't allow public drinking. I drove us out of town, in my new car, for her first margarita and paid for half her dinner while our other friends barely chipped in for the appetizer. A month later, when I turned 21, we had the same plans: drive out of town so we could drink together. While I was halfway through my 60 minute trip to pick up our friend that was 20 minutes from her, she called and cancelled. She didn't have the money, she said. Her car needed an oil change. We spent my 21st birthday at a restaurant in town (my future place of employment) while I drank alone and didn't have much fun until later that night.

Year 22, Trip Disneyland. I offer to pay for the hotel room. I book it but have to cancel because she changes the day last minute. Thms books it instead. I pay for half and Thms pays the other and the park ticket for Dmnq's gf. Dmnq gets in for free. A month later, the day before I turn 21 again, our plans for a beach trip are ruined because, yet again, while driving, she tells me she never requested the following day off. She doesn't have the money anyways. I spend my birthday at my mother's house, alone, buying a ridiculous amount of self presents online between choking on tears, phone calls from my mother ("I don't want you to be sad on your birthday."), and directTV.

This year, today, year 23, another Disneyland Trip and already I get a text during work at 1033p, "where r u? we're leaving at 6!" Off work, I call, "SIX?! You want to get to Anaheim before EIGHT?! I thought we're leaving at eight." Nope, she decided we not only needed to eat lunch and dinner out but breakfast too. Wow, must be nice to suddenly be made of money, oh wait...

I'm going to let it roll off me today. I know there will be plenty of drama, sides will be taken, people will be ditched, but this is my vacation too, this is my birthday present to myself, I will be in charge of my own decisions. Who cares if I have to wander alone to enjoy myself. I AM GOING ON SPLASH MOUNTAIN.



Work, by the way, was just fine until the last table. Really, table **, you can suck my dick, you fucking assholes.



And I love these shoes from Urban Outfitters. If only.

It is almost 5a and I haven't slept. We leave in an hour.