My Annual Pound of Flesh

Well, here I am.

Every year I have a birthday.

Every year I get gifts.

This year I asked for no gifts.

Did they listen?

Of course not.

And now, a month and five days later, I'm still putting my punishment for their "kindness" off.

Maybe some of you actually writing thank you notes. Maybe some of you actually know what to say when people get you money and you just put it in your college funds. But I am dragging my feet and making excuses. My mother tried to point out the fact that I can write the same thing for each note. It's not like they'll read each others.

I disagree. You don't know my dad's side of the family(who I hope don't know my blog adress) But I really really really don't want to do this.

And I used 3 "reallys". Therefore I have just bargained my way out of thanking people for my birthday. Next year, I'll try harder on enforcing the "no gifts" thing. Ha.

It's my party; I can cry if I want to.