It's My Birthday.

I have one "happy birthday" from my Dad and 2 "fuck you's" and counting.  It's no worry, in his head it's just any other day.  And I'm not letting it get to me.  It's going to be a good day.  I'm looking forward to moving on from 25, since it wasn't such a fabulous year.  I remember dearly last year how special it was that my Dad joined me and my friends for birthday margaritas at a bar in the valley.  I remember looking at him and thinking, what 25 year old has a dad cool enough to be at her birthday party???  I think that's all I can write right now.