I spent my 22nd birthay exactly like I thought I would. Alone. I got 2 birhtday cards. One from a foreign girl who just came in as a temp at work, and one from work that everyone gets on their "special day". I got 3 VMs from relatives I otherwise never hear from and one late last night from my mom apologizing, not for telling me how bad of a person I am, but apologizing that I'm mad at her about it. Thanks, Mom. I guess your pain will always be someone else's fault. I ate take out chicken and sat in the silence. That's what happens when you have no TV or radio and no gas to drive you anywhere else. I did get a visit from my landlord, though... asking for rent. So, for my birthday, I spend hundreds of dollars to stay there... in the silence... alone. I didn't even take a bath yesterday. I laid in bed wearing my work clothes stairing at the ceiling until the night fell. Once I could no longer hear the kids screaming downstairs I drifted to sleep singing "happy birthday" to myself... since no one else did. This morning I woke up debating on wearing the same clothes as yesterday. Not like anyone notices anyway. But I didn't. I put on different, but still ugly, clothes and listened to talk radio during my 20 mintue commute. I like to listen about the world going to shit. That way I know it's not only me.