The older I get, the more I treat birthdays like one-night stands and just pretend they didn’t happen.

Congratulations to the people who never took their Christmas decorations down. You’re almost there.

I’m staying up past midnight this New Year’s eve. Not to welcome the new year, but to make sure this one is over.

I’ve already picked out my sweatpants for New Year’s Eve.

People singing Happy Birthday to you feels like a real-life unskippable ad.

THRILLED to announce I did an Ironman this weekend! Attended 3 social gatherings in 3 days.

My birthday wish is for everyone to ignore my birthday.

Now that Christmas and New Year are out of the way, we can focus on the things that really matter: My posts.

Home Depot should allow men over 40 to have birthday parties in their stores.

Me, on New Year’s Eve: I think instead of kissing at midnight, I’m just going to go outside and scream.

I am “I can’t remember the last time I went out on New Year’s Eve” old.

Sorry I’m late, I was fighting for my right to party.

Statistically speaking, people don’t object enough at weddings.

Going to a wedding really reminds me of the important things in life. Like cake.

Know what goes good with beer? Another one.

Pretty cool that we all come together on Christmas and celebrate the birth of Santa.

I’m not tispy. I’m merry.

Everyone knows that Christmas is the celebration of the immaculate conception of Mariah Carey.

In honor of the winter solstice, I also will be cold, distant and filled with darkness.

Jesus, I need money to organize your birthday.

I handed in my exam blank so that the teacher has more time to celebrate Christmas with her family.

Always keep a bottle of wine in the fridge for special occasions. Like Wednesday.

For my birthday, I want everyone to tell me how much they love me and why in immense detail.

You know it’s been a successful Thanksgiving when your clothes no longer fit.

December. A desperate celebration of an end.