I dated twins...

birthday

we all have those days eventually that we just hate. those pesky little ones that are annual and everybody wants to make a big deal out of it while you?

you would just like to relax and not do anything at all and just let the day pass, those ones where you just want to sleep through it. for kids its every day except Saturday and Sunday. for adults I guess it depends on whether you love your job or not. for me its my birthday.

the one day a year you think I would have complete control over right? as its my birthday?

hah wrong. see I've pretty much ran with the same crowd since high school, I was the one people went to when they wanted to ask about the girls and their private lives, I would simply answer its not my place to say and walk off.

as you can probably already tell just from doing that I wasn't very popular with the other kids, they were all two faced snobs who always wanted to get in other peoples business.

I was the one people told their business too, I could have put my school guidance councillor out of a job if he were told of what was going and how I kind of helped.

anyway I was going to have to get up soon as my case of drunken coma was coming to an end and I would have to face the music.

hopefully I wasn't going to wake up to literal music.

i groaned my head absolutely killing me. it was like something had hold of my brain and was pushing and pulling while trying to cut it open, or in a less gruesome and more simple way, i had awoken with a splitting head ache and hangover from clubbing last night.                                           
"happy birthday to me" I cheered miserably "alone once again" I carried on praying paracetamol was strong enough to fix the mess in my head. that was until I laid on the sofa and my phone started ringing loudly in my ear making me jump.

I laid there waiting for it to stop, for the chair to stop buzzing so I could go back to sleeping, but as soon as it did finally stop it rang again and again and again.

"oh for gods sake mother! I'm 22" I groaned again almost crying but answering it anyway "hey mum" i try to sound as excited and awake as possible. "girl don't act you hungover as hell and i know it, come let me in and ill make you a cure" as i listened to the voice over the phone i thought it was just me but that was definitely not my mum. "mum?" I was seriously confused, there was either still alcohol in my system or I was dreaming. "no its Carly you pleb now come and let me in" I rolled off of the sofa and headed for the door. when I got to the door and opened it she thought it was funny to hold up another bottle of wine with two glasses I rolled my eyes and slammed the door in her face.

"not today bitch" I grumbled flopping back down on the sofa. "come on let me in?" she shouted through the door making me wince. I rolled my eyes painfully "that's what he said" she said trying to make me laugh, unfortunately I did, I let her in and moved to the kitchen resting my head against the cold marble counter. the cold for a short period of time was rather nice against my head, until the heat of my body warmed it up "your apartment seems emptier than I remember" she said getting some water and mixing it with lemon honey before handing me some ibuprofen "drink up" she said after seeing how unimpressed I was with her little concoction. "hun if I wanted to drink puke juice I would have made this earlier don't you think?" I remarked. "shut up and drink you miserable cow, its your birthday we're going out again tomorrow so today is shopping for outfits for the next week" I rolled my eyes. "you mean your all going to buy me really expensive outfits because you have money and I don't and its my birthday so you get to take me along too?" she nodded giggling excitedly before handing me a panflet along with my passport.