I hate my birthday. I don't like to celebrate it much. But, if someone wants to throw me a surprise party, that normally works better.
Birfdays was the worst days, Now we sip champagne when we thirstay uh
I've always taken care of myself, and I'm a non-conformist, so I don't accept the negativity that comes with birthdays.
The whole youth-idolatry oh-god-not-another-birthday thing has to be the most sure-fire way to be unhappy about the way things are progressing in your life.
The worst part about celebrating another birthday is the shock that you're only as well as you are.
I miss my mom and dad. They brought me into this world and I wish they were with me on my birthday. So I don't celebrate it much.
I cried when I turned 34 for no other reason than 34 sounded old to me at the time.
I'm not a birthday person. Maybe because I don't like to build expectations around that one day. You never know how it'll turn out to be.
