Me. 22. March 23rd. Birthday. mine! Soon!
Party...? Yes. Saturday. this one. Late. 10pm? Becky too. Woot. Woot.
I've been waiting a long time to sing the switchfoot song "Let that be Enough" just for the line "It's my birthday tomorrow, no one here could know. I was born this [friday] 22 years ago"
It's a little sappy but hey, you only get to do that once.
Learned today: I have a penchant for outrageous southern accents. It's eerie. Like I have actually lived in a trailer park and ate beans and weenies while watching Roseanne. Who knows.
1 comment:
that is the best 22nd birthday song out there. even if it is sappy/melancholy.
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