Happy Birthday?

Today, I am the grat seventeen.
Now, birthdays have never had any kind of importance to me; it's just another day of the year.
April fourth. Right between April 3rd and April 5th. Just another day. Just another Monday.
I never ask for gifts. I have all I could ever want need. I don't need anything else. A book? It will be read once, twice maybe, three times if it's lucky, then tossed aside, sitting on the shelf, waiting. Clothes?  $20 shirt that will last me, how long? Maybea a year? Two if lucky? I'm a growing girl. Dinner and a movie? I will digest the meal; it will be gone in less than 24 hours. The movie, less than that. I don't like movies all that much anyhow.

See, I like durability. And you. You are forever.