For the second year in a row I got no love on my birthday.
And by love I mean sex (of any kind).
This is a disturbing trend. Not even a birthday BJ.
What good is it to celebrate one's own birth if not accompanied by an act of procreation? (the reason for the birth in the first place) It's symbolic and should be a requirement.
Oh well, I 'll just have to celebrated it after the fact with my shoot this Friday.