The other day we had a girl in our department who had a birthday. She got to work and her cubicle was decorated with streamers and balloons. I want to say one of her friends came in early to do it.

Know what pisses me off? My birthday is in July so I’ve never been one of those kids who was in school when it was my birthday so that meant my mom never came to class with cup cakes and shit like that. No, my birthday came and went and none of my school friends knew any different.

I thought when I was grown up and working that it would be different. But its not. I’ve never came into work and found my cubicle decorated. No balloons and shit for Cece. Even when my sister worked with me I don’t remember her decorating my cubicle. That bitch. She might have once, but if I don’t remember it what does that say?

Am I doing something wrong? Am I not fucken nice enough or popular enough to get balloons and shit at my cube for my birthday? Or in order to get shit like that I have to be the office social butterfly?

So here’s what I propose, I say on July 17, 2008 at 12pm Pacific time, you all get on your computers and throw me an Internet birthday party! Mark your calendars, Ho’s, and don’t say you weren’t invited! I won’t tell you what size I wear but I will tell you I do accept gift cards.

P.S. Its a BYOB party!