Happy Birthday to me

Every day, I come here and try to make your lives a little better. To give you a smile, a pause. To let you know that whatever nutjob fantasies you may have, I share them. I don't do this for me, you know. I do it for you. I do it out of love.

So imagine my shock and displeasure when I woke this morning to find no presents from you. Does my contribution to your life mean so little? No daisies, even? No Buffy the Vampire Slayer season 4 on DVD? Or season 5? Or both, seeing as how if you purchase them together, today, at Amazon, you get 30% off? Didn't you know I only had up to season 3?

And you must know that Crisis is my new favorite band, and that they're re-releasing 8 Convulsions, their debut, and that you can preorder it now. And that I don't yet have Road Trip or Old School on DVD. And that there must be something out there that Chuck Palaniuk has written that I have yet to read. And where's my Hitachi Magic Fucking Wand???

I have to say, I'm a little disappointed. But I'll carry on, because that's what a little Cavefish does when she's crying inside. She carries on.