I am a 20-year old Multimedia and Design student named Tamara...who is always a bit crazy due to lack of sleep and an overabundance of caffeine.
Roommate L: “I never remember the exact date of my girlfriend’s birthday, I just know it’s around September 20th or so. So whenever I know it’s coming up, I ask her, ‘I don’t have a calendar on me right now, what day of the week is your birthday on this year, so that I can book it off for work?’”
Me: “So… if my boyfriend/guy I’m seeing ever says to me, ‘so that I can book it off for work, what day of the week is your birthday on this year?’, I know that he’s forgotten. That’s good to know; thanks!”
Roommate L: “… Uh oh, I think I just screwed some poor guy over. But that’s ok, as long as my girlfriend doesn’t find out!”
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Roommate De: “I’m not a date person; I never remember anyone’s birthday.”
Roommate Da: “What’s [your girlfriend’s] birthday?”
Roommate De: (answers correctly)
Roommate Da: “See, you do know some birthdays!”
Roommate De: “Yes, but that one is a life or death situation!”
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Roommate De (to Roommate F): “Why didn’t you tell us it was your birthday?!”
Roommate F: “Because I was afraid (Roommate B) would do something horrible!”
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Roommate De: “This one time, I thought my girlfriend’s birthday was on March 17th. And I thought that was kinda cool, being on St. Patrick’s Day and all. So I recorded myself singing and playing ‘Happy Birthday’ on the guitar… and some St. Patrick’s Day songs as well, and gave it to her. Turns out her birthday was actually on the 27th. Whoops.”
