And I'll be a Birthday Bitch if I want to. Yes, you heard me. A Birthday Bitch. I am a total Queen around my Birthday. Let's face it, I'm a Queen every day so-- this is like going from "Queen of England" to "Queen of the World" status.
I luuurrve my Birthday. It is my favorite holiday of the entire year. It's the day this wonderful, crazy, beautiful life of mine started! Why wouldn't I celebrate it to it's full potential?
A day is just simply not enough to celebrate the start of my life. I need at least a week. At least. I would prefer two weeks, and everyone should refer to the month of "April" as "Kelly's Birthday Month" instead.
I don't think my Birthday requirements are too much to ask of people. I want presents. I provide all my closest family members a list so, really- I've already done the thinking for them. I want a party. Who wants to go in to the next year of their life sitting on a couch? I want a personal present to myself. This year, I've chosen a Marc by Marc cross-body handbag and bracelet. Finally, I want to look damn good bringing in 23. So, a Spa Day and new outfit are necessary.
If all those components are in place, I am a happy Birthday
Bitch er-- Girl.
This year, I've added a few additions to help ensure this Birthday tops the last.
And a fabulous girls and gays Spa Day followed by a dinner party at The Office.