my phone buzzed @ 11:55 pm to wake me up from my nascent sleep. it's never pissing off to receive Skeeter's call (I'd better say this).
and the golden question was..."so you really don't intend to wish me on my birthday... ?"
in my head strikes a gong. the phrase "wtf" echoed several times before i could start the process of feeling and more importantly sounding sorry.
"oh hell Skeets... is it March 12 already? oh no.... i am sooooooooooooooooo sorry. hell... how could i even forget? ahh now i remember.. i am a lunatic..."
and then i even tell her that i would not have done the same thing would i have been in her place. being the egotist/egoist creep that i am.
but then to my glory, i was reminded that something similar had happened on my birthday too. it was so similar.
thank God for making my move out of my guilt zone in a flash.
i can live...
Happy Belated Birthday Skeets..... the lavish treat is awaited.
i guess i was just too drunk celebrating it a bit too soon
