What the fudge does that mean? I'm obstinate. Don't tell me what to do. Seriously though.... on my birthday I broke the placenta, had a cord ripped off of me, had to go to the hospital, it was gooey and smelly, and real. I escaped the womb and fell in love my captor who nursed me until I was strong and whiley enough to find me own berries and nuts. I don't remember that day well but summarizing it as happy does not do it justice. I know you and I know you have 50,000 thoughts a day and some of them are weird, some are fuzzy, and some are messy. I want one of those. I am not telling you how to wish happiness on people, but I am telling you that when I hear happy birthday, the obstinate and cheeky child in me starts singing "Don't fucking tell me what to do... do ... do ... do" [[I want to know you]] so I can know how to make your birthday happy. Let me know!