"I can't believe this. They fucking forgot my birthday."

[mercy_angel_09]

Not so much "they" but more like "he."

The "he" in question being my father.

I've usually heard something from him by now, or at the very least gotten a card in today's mail.

I've gotten neither. And I seriously doubt the phone call because it's half an hour until nine Miami time and he usually goes to bed about nine or nine-thirty.

Oh yeah...I'm probably not getting squat, though tomorrow he's in for a very interesting phone call if he does forget.

Thanks, Dad. I feel loved.

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[genetic-drift.livejournal.com]

Eeeep. Nothing sucks worse than everyone forgetting your birthday. :(

*comforting pat*

[mercy-angel-09.livejournal.com]

Not everyone has forgotten my birthday. My mom and I went out to lunch. Several of my siblings and friends have scrawled on my Facebook wall (including people I met ONCE last year). My step-dad called to say hello, even though we're celebrating tomorrow.

But my dad? Nope, nothing.

No card. No call. NOTHING. (I'm just a little pissed off about it, can you tell?)

He's in for an earful tomorrow.