Nothing :( I am usually in a bad mood for my birthday. A party would be out of the question really and I wouldn't necessarily enjoy a surprise one if someone made the mistake of arranging it. The only way I can describe it is with a cryptic and rather poor Deadwood analogy. I'm like Al Swearengen, I like being in the background and getting involved but I have no desire and will actively sidestep any attempt to place me in the limelight. Al runs the town but he doesn't run for Mayor. If he woke up in the morning and found himself elected he would resign and get back to whoring and swindling in the shadows. That's me, a whore-mongering, cowboy swindling, election dodger that hates his birthdays. This outlook has negatively affected my life I'm sure but the more birthdays that pass, the more OK I am with the fact that I hate them. Its who I am.