Any really crappy birthday stories out there?

-- Anonymous, May 30, 2000

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Well, last year on my 18th birthday, I had some kind of food poisoning...I saw in my birthday with my head over the toilet bowl. Plus, all my friends forgot (we were in the middle of exams at the time).

I got good presents afterwards, though...

-- Anonymous, May 30, 2000

My mother has forgotten every birthday of mine since I turned 17 (I'll be 23 in a few months, so this year it'll be 7 years of birthdays that she forgot). I find this rather odd: She was there, for god's sake! Shouldn't that date be burned onto her memory forever? I was a source of great pain! COME ON!!

-- Anonymous, May 30, 2000

I've never had an actual birthday; my parents just weren't into that kind of thing. no special events of any kind were ever celebrated in my home growing up: no xmas, easter, fourth of july, birthdays, whatever. I never even knew that birthdays had significance until I was in kindergarten and my teacher made everyone fill out those cards with your birthday, address, favorite color, etc. on them. I wasn't sure what my birthday was and I couldn't figure out why it was of any importance anyway. then other kids in my class started having their birthdays; their parents would bring cupcakes in for the class and they'd all show off their new toys. so I eventually caught on. I turned eighteen this past september thirteenth, and I've still never had birthday presents or cake. instead, my parents threw away all my possessions that very day. I guess they figured I was eighteen, was on my own and that was their way of moving me out. then I was arrested under charges that I was innocent of. turning into an adult wasn't very much fun. ah, well.

-- Anonymous, May 30, 2000

Damn... my stories pale in comparison to Greg and Wendy.

On my 4th birthday, I got chicken pox. On my 5th birthday, Dad left Mom and I behind in Pittsburgh to go to work in Michigan. On my 6th birthday, only TWO KIDS came to my party. Luckily, it was all pretty much on an upswing from there...

And Eric, you're not the envy of journal-reading men everywhere.

I AM.

-- Anonymous, May 30, 2000

I got one... My grandfather passed away from cancer on my 16th birthday. That wasn't fun. I didn't get my presents until about three days later either. And I couldn't get my license because in Iowa this year birthdays that ended in zero had to drive in March. Let's just say that wasn't a very fun day ^_^

I got a bad friend story, too, since you were kinda complainging about that, Eric. A couple weeks ago, a friend of mine and I had decided to go see Frequency. So I drive over 15 miles (I live way out in the country... she lives right outside of town) to her house to pick her up, and when I get there, she decides that she doesn't want to go to the movies all of the sudden, and leaves with someone else to go hang out like a whore in the Fareway parking lot. I was not a happy camper. She could've told me that she'd rather stand in the parking lot all night when she called to ask for a ride.... ^_^

Okay... I'm done now...

-- Anonymous, May 30, 2000

My mom and dad were out of town on my 16th birthday. I spent the week at my friend's house, but at least she baked me a giant cooky and put candles in it!

I had just moved to college on my 18th and had no friends and my roommate wasn't even there yet. I spent it alone and sad and away from everyone I loved.

-- Anonymous, May 30, 2000

well, i live in florida, and my birthday is the sixth of june. six days after the start of hurricane season. and, basically, it just rains torrentially here from 01june until 30november, and it's always pouring on my birthday.

now that my friends can all drive, it's no big deal, but no ones' moms wanted to drive them to my birthday party in that rain from third grade on.

-- Anonymous, May 31, 2000

I think I can beat just about everyone except Wendy...

I was pregnant and had a miscarriage 10 days before my birthday. There were complications and I was on several different drugs to deal with the infections, swelling, and other problems. AND my husband had to go on a business trip.

So, I spent my 26th birthday alone in a city where I had no friends or family, my husband out of the country, recovering from a miscarriage, and dealing with all kinds of medical complications.

-- Anonymous, June 01, 2000

I haven't been here in awhile but I just had to answer this question. yeah, my birthday was may 16 [awhile back]..I wrote a whole entry on it. I got this clock that says happy new years on it. did I want a tacky clock? noooooo. I remember I cried in the bathroom. mom ended up getting me a cd and a book though. woo. then I bought a second domain with money from relatives soo I guess the badness of it turned out okay in the end. it just wasn't good until after my birthday.

-- Anonymous, June 03, 2000

my birthdays usually suck ..i usually dont do anything but sit home or go sit at my friends house my dad always forgets my birthday ..same with the rest of the family only my sister remembers my birthday..and gets me one present that she is more into than i'd ever be. my christmas's suck too ...no presents ..crappy tree...no family from outside the immediate family.... easter...that means almost nothing to me other than god... at my house there is usually no chocolate ..just plain old eggs boiled ..... yeah i know !!!!!!! ummm what else....valentines day is nothing at all at my house...i donno what else but life sucks sometimes..... and i cant handle it very well but i'm trying so hard at the age (today my birthday april 13th 2001 when i just turned 15 ) well hope most people lives are better than mine LUV YA ALL

-- Anonymous, April 13, 2001

My last birthday (19th) pretty much sucked. I got really drunk the night before - I woke up in the morning to find my roommate had shaved all the hair off my head and face (including eyebrows), and painted obscene words on my cheeks using permanent dye. I don't want to offend anyone here, but one of the words was "cunt".

Anyway, I went to the doctors and he said the dye will only come out after about a month, so we decided to obscure the words with more dye to save me from embarrassment in the meantime. The doctor spilt the ink over my nose though, and it looked like a kind of fungus was taking over my face. We were trying so hard to make it look less stupid that we went too far, and by lunchtime my entire face was covered in permanent ink.

I had to see my girlfriend over lunch. When she saw me she was horrified and said there's no way she could date a freak for a whole month. She went off on one about me getting drunk too much and it all being my own fault. Anyway, she stormed out and dumped me.

I couldn't face seeing my friends so I didn't turn up to my own party in the evening. Instead I went to see my parents for some sympathy. Nobody was in when I turned up on the doorstep, so I phoned up my mum. It turns out she was at the hospital with my dad - he'd tripped over our cat on the stairs and split his kidneys, and was strapped to a dialysis machine. Our cat had to be put down.

So I had nowhere to go. Seeking solace but not wanting to see anyone I knew (cos of the mess my face was in), I took a long walk to the place where I used to watch the sunset when I was a kid. It took me so long to find the damn place I missed the damn sunset. When I got there, a gang of kids started taking the mickey because my face made me look like a circus freak. They jumped me and beat 10 shades of shit out of me. I woke up the next morning covered in bruises and without my wallet.

I spent the next fortnight in hospital, and have since undergone a series of facial skin grafts which have left me scarred for life.

My dad never recovered.

-- Anonymous, August 15, 2001

I pretty much know where you're coming from birthday bernie. I've always been one of those people who drags bad luck along like tin cans attached to a ford cortina after an aussie wedding. Last year I was subjected to the worst luck - let's all hope lightning doesn't strike twice - literally.

It all started off as such a good idea: a saturday in late august, our local golf course closed to non-members, an early-morning round with my dad. A freak weather storm hit when we were marooned at the 14th, a storm severe enough to have us running for our lives. The sheer white daggers of sheet lightning crashed down and in our attempts to fend it off with our irons, we were struck down beside the fairway bunker.

The rest of the day pretty much followed on. Due to overcrowding I was left in a corridor, propped-up on a wodden bench. I was left with burn marks, heavy concussion and a twisted mashpipe. Later on, when word got around, my friends turned-up one-by-one. It was grim seeing all the downcast faces, slowing their words and screwing their eyes up in sympathy. It was too much. After I ironically received a battery charger for my amera from Don, I went ballistic. I tore-up the sheets draped across me and limped out of the ward and down the stairs to the forecourt. Once free, I felt an overwhelming sense of frustration - this was my special day. My DAY.

In the end I was taken back in and recovered for a few days before returning to work. I have never looked at a warning high voltage sign in te same way since.

-- Anonymous, August 15, 2001