"...Betrayal of Self by Denial?"

Hey, in a sick twist of dramatic irony my birthday is tomorrow!

Three cool-points to anybody that can figure out what's so sick and dramatic about it. You have five seconds to comment.

Ok, no takers? Well here it goes -

So, I was going along this time last year. I left Abilene where I'd spent the Summer trying out a new life when I decided it wasn't working out for me. I return to Austin, get a crap-job that paid nothing, two weeks later replaced that job with another crap job that paid a lot more so I was happy about it. Met an older guy with an accent, messed around for about two months, but it didn't go anywhere because he's in the closet and I refuse to be (there were other reasons too, but this was the biggest one for me personally). Then, a month later I meet Ben! Yay, my first real adult relationship, whoo hoo! We skip the dating phase becasue we both agreed that it's tired, passe, and for the most part reserved for the heteros out there who still believe in it; I'm not discounting a place for dating in gay culture, of course. After a month in, I admit I'm in love, he admits he's in love and we shortly move in together. Things progress nicely in a steady linear fashion, as all things attempt to do. I suddenly found myself at May, knowing there was precious little time left, afterall Ben's an exchange student. Duh! Emotional sabotage, anyone? The alternative, betrayal of self by denial? Ooh, catchy. Anyways, I found myself on a shrinking island that went completely under three months to the very day ago.

Whoo ha, Happy Birthday me! Trust me, I'm ecstatic.