another year of the birthday blues
here we go again. it's that time of year where your parents start getting excited about their 'big girl growing up', your sister tries to not so subtlety disguise her way through a conversation about gift-giving, and you've started feeling the birthday blues. i was not aware of the alliterated label already attached to this feeling in the urban dictionary, but alas there seems to be a word for everything. although, the definition doesn't seem to encompass all my birthday hatred correctly. you see, when I turned 20 I was in luck. my bandmate booked in a bunch of gigs for us over a 3 month period and I made no mention that my day of aging overlapped. i saw this as a gift. wrapped up with a neat bow of news we were out of town for this gig - precisely 166km away. this was going to be the best birthday yet, because why would a bunch of boys freaking out about their gear squashed up in a car pay any attention to the little girl singer who was going to age another year in...