You really piss me off sometimes. When it's her birthday, she gets four presents, a surprise party, and the Renaissance, not to mention the balloons in her car. What it's my birthday, what do I get? Absolutely nothing. I thought we were friends. Thanks for not inviting me and rubbing it in all day long. It does wonders for my self esteem and making me feel welcome. All you're doing is reinforcing my fears that no one likes me. Thanks for nothing.