It's Jesse's birthday today, so of course I want it to be MY birthday instead. It's oh so soon...and yet so damn far. And I get to cross the boundary of the legal drinking age for the third time in my life.
My birthday horoscope makes me happy in rather a fatuous way, though: "I think that song "Leader of the Pack" is a good way to describe most of the August 15th people." Read the rest here. Who am I to argue with the stars, especially when they collectively produce something so flattering, so amusingly centered on the page, and with so much helpful advice about "were (sic) my golden rings lie"?
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