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I need to get through this month.
I’ll be okay if I can get through this month.
I promise.
I hope.
Go ahead & invite yourself. Thanks.
Dear future guy-thing,
On my birthday you are obligated to provide this, including a very obnoxious tiara. Mother’s Day and all that other bullshit, it’s optional, but on my birthday I don’t care if I’m 75, I expect nothing less.
Love,
You future woman-thing.
I will celebrate your birthday with you for as long as you’d like to call it your birthday, as long as you do the same for me.
Last day of my 11 day birthday…
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The Starting Line - “21”
Hearing this song reminded me that I never made a playlist for myself to celebrate my birthday. Oh well.
My friends like me.
I have to say this and be reassured of this constantly, but my birthday made me realize I picked the right people to consider my closest friends.
SO THIS ONE TIME, I TURNED 21…
And celebrated for 11 days. Made a quick trip to Delaware, went to Disney World, came home threw a party in Baltimore, went to a free show then threw a huge party in Philly, and then went to Brooklyn to see The Hold Steady, followed by Hooters wings, and a dance party to Girl Talk.
During all of this I kissed a boy I barely knew, took a free limo ride in Time Square, got Alladin’s number, bought $100 worth of alcohol that I didn’t drink, played Apples to Apples and Guess Who, and overall had THE most amazing birthday ever. I didn’t think this could beat Who’s Driving, but it did.
I’ve said it over and over, I want to thank every single person who came and hung out with me, wished me happy birthday, or that I even saw over the passed 11 days. You’re all amazing. I have the best friends ever.
Oh and Philadelphia, I fucking love you! I don’t care at all about my lack of friends in Baltimore when I know that I can throw a party and 75 people will come in Philly! <3
