I've had five birthday since moving to Sunnydale. Five. And they've pretty much all ended terribly. Losing my virginity while Angel lost his soul; nearly being fed to a vampire while depowered as a "test"; Dawn cutting herself in the middle of my party; and Halfrek trapping us all in my house were the worst of them.

So, knowing how terrible my birthdays always are I shouldn't want a party. And yet here I sit, hiding in my room from all the protentional slayers, blowing out a single candle on a cupcake, wearing a stupid look cone hat. Happy 22.