I used to get ridiculously excited for my birthday every year, and then, getting older, there were a few times I was actually Scrooge-y on May 15th, but this year, I’m feeling celebratory. It’s my happy birthday, today, and I’m going to enjoy the day, just because. This post isn’t fiction, has nothing to do with fiction — I’m just me being me.
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Happy birthday!!! You have become one of my favorite daily reads. Thank you so much for sharing your excellent writing with the world, and may the happiness you bring to your readers reflect back on you a thousand times today.
Thank you so much, for your kind words! I’m so glad you enjoy what I’m doing here. Keep coming back — I’ll keep writing!
And I missed it… I suck.
You didn’t. You wished me a happy birthday. You might’ve been quite shitfaced, though.
I was probably shitfaced.
That’s quite all right. Next year, come on down, we’ll have scotch, yeah?