Di had actually been planning a party for my 30th birthday...3 strippers, all of whom sound kick ass and gorgeous (all chosen for traits she knows I REALLY like), and my friends. However, we have no spare cash, and so it all fell through, no can do.
Dammit, no one has ever thrown me a birthday party. And turning 30, for me anyway, was kinda a milestone. This would have been a lot of fun, and now I don't get it.
Well, fuck all that. As soon as tax time comes around, I should be getting back everything I paid (seeing as how I only worked four months this year). When I get that cash in hand, *I'M* paying for this party. I don't care that it'll be a couple months later than my actual birthday.