I’m beginning to think my birthday is cursed, especially over the past few years.
2010: Only one person showed up.
2011: Awful closing shift at work that had some of the worst customers I’d ever had.
2012: Horrible migraine that resulted in me puking all around Boston Common.
2013: Terrorist attacks and shootings have left Boston scared shitless.

Did I also mention that Columbine happened on my birthday? :|