I like birthdays. People call you, buy you gifts, send flowers and cards, hug you and tell you lots of nice things. Besides, you're kind of allowed to eat and drink anything you want - I've been told that birthday calories don't count and I truly believe it. But, at the day after, you notice that all that's left of it is another year on your ID... Yeah, I'm oficially 29 now. I might get depressed next year.
