Yes, as the glorious and true title suggests, it be-eth my birthday. I am 13. Yeah, bad number. But it gives me more authority. Or it would. As I refuse to grow up, I must grow older. Unfortunately, that is not a very good combination. 13 is a dramatic year, which means there are times mhen I must... *deep breath*... be serious. I know it's terrible, but it's true. If anyone actually cares, help me be stupid. Tell me how to be immature in all this horomonal chaos that is middle school, and I'll try to add you to my blogroll if you're not already in it.
Not that anyone wants to be on my blogroll.
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