I'm going to be honest. My birthday was fucking horrid. My uncle died, my family threw a party for my grandma and nephew (neither of who are born on the 9th), I went to Fresno to see some band (which is the only positive thing in my evening) and ending with friends at Dennys but not buying anything due to not having money.
Also, I locked my keys in my car.
Lovin' it.
All the people that wished me a happy birthday makes it a bit better.