So I think I will.

It's my birthday today. As soon as I logged on everyone I know just kind of jumped me and started yelling it at me. My heart kind of sploded a little.

I'm not used to having good birthdays. I'm used to being home alone with a bag of doritos. It's why I generally hate July. It means so much that people even remembered me. Some people even gave me gifts! Just... eeee <3

So squee~ <3.

OH! In other news, we went to a German restaurant today, kind of our once a month / once a quarter thing that our family does sometimes. Stuff is delicious. I had an amazing type of miniroast that was basically a thin piece of roast beef wrapped around a little bit of pork, a little bit of bacon, a little onion, two pieces of carrot, and TWO PIECES OF DILL PICKLE.

Fuck yeah pickles. It was a sammich without the bread... and it had GRAVY/JUICE and KAISER ROLLS and and and and SIDES ALL OVER. I loved it. I loved figuring out how to make it. I'm totally going to make that from now on. Frickin German food is the best.

So... I guess... my B-day was pretty good. Strange typing that, but it was. it was really, really, really good.