(or, Why It Sucks to be Born in December)
I hate my birthday. Seriously. Hate it. Not in the way that lady sitcom characters hate it because
omg-omg-omg it means they’re getting olllld and is that a laugh line? No, I hate my birthday because it falls on quite possibly the least celebratory day of the year.
December 28 places you smack dab between the exhaustion of Christmas and the ability to get...