Happy Fucking Birthday to Me.
I brought home a box of old Newsweeks from my parents' house that had been packed away since before I moved. We're making flyers for our shows and we wanted better pictures than could be found in old issues of Rolling Stone.
I swear to you I haven't opened this box in over two years.
Among the old magazines, I found an e-mail from C-- from this day in 1997. I was honestly fucking blown away. It might be the biggest fucking coincidence in the world. It might be a message from my subconscious; or a message from the gods.
Or it might just be the world fucking with me again, as a birthday present. I'm 23 years old today. I'm two years away from being a dork in her mid-twenties. Happy fucking Birthday to me.
