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[notorious_oit]

Yesterday was my birthday.

How many people actually called, texted, emailed, or messaged me to acknowledge it?

...besides my parents and Mike's?

One.

Fuck's sake, just because I quit Facebook doesn't mean I stopped fucking existing entirely.

Comments

[pilarcruz]

Oh man. I'm sorry. Happy belated birthday.

[notorious_oit]

Thanks! Mike and I went to our favourite restaurant for delicious breakfast crepes and then I bought a dozen chocolate chip cookies from the bakery around the corner from the crepe shop, and then we promptly went home and ate them all. I'm surprised I can even get up today!

It's weird how Facebook is so integrated into everyone's lives, that unless people see it on there, they're somehow not obligated to remember anyone's birthdays or significant dates anymore.

[pilarcruz]

Even with Facebook, I can't get people to show up to my birthday parties.

I'm glad you had crepes. I want crepes too!

[notorious_oit]

If you ever get a wild hair up your butt and come to Toronto, I will gladly take you to The Crepe Kitchen. The owners are delightful Peruvian immigrants, and their crepes are to die for.

[pilarcruz]

I should. I have a ton of homies up there.

[greenquotebook]

:( Happy Belated B-day!