Today is my 8th annual Fake Birthday, my favorite day of the year. Because I was born very near Christmas, I always got shafted on presents and parties. It’s hard to get your friends together when everyone’s out of town for the holidays, you know. Also, all my birthday gifts were wrapped in snowflake paper.
This can all go under the heading of #firstworldproblems, I guess?
Anyway, eight years ago I very proactively noticed that my college had accidentally entered December 2 as my DOB on its paperwork, not December 20. Genius, I thought. This is a MUCH better birth date. And so it’s stuck.
Fake Birthday is different from a Real Birthday, though. One of the tenets of Fake Birthday is that I give gifts to y’all, not the other way around. After all, I’m just lucky enough to get ten people in a room at some date in December without calling a business meeting; I don’t really need pressies.
So go ahead. Ask me for a gift. I’ll do my very best to find it for you! (Note: “it” may be a Google Image of “it”)
Image CC Jessica N. Diamond on Flickr
that’s an awesome story. Such a good idea, I know quite a few people who could benefit from some incorrect paperwork, LoL.
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Also, in 400 years when literature students have to research for papers or talks they will use the sentence: “Although living in the highly developed United States of America Dietderich’s exact birthday is not accurately delivered to posterity. This may be due to. . .”
You’ll basically add to your own myth.
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Now that’s a brilliant idea.
Presents for your humble readers? You shouldn’t have!
My request is a small one: 100 words, on anything.
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