|To the center of my birthday cake where all roads meet waiting for you.|
Nearly my entire life, I've gone along with the narrative that I am a summer birthday boy. I think that's how my mom used to make me feel better about being held back after my first stint in Kindergarten. I wasn't dumb, she said. I was just a bit too young compared to the rest of my class. Or I was too rad for all of those other kids to handle. Or I was too cute or somesuch. And this was all tied back to being a "summer birthday".
But really, summer doesn't start until June 21st--a full 48 hours after my birthday. And this isn't some sort of Obamacare hippie liberal gay agenda thing. Apparently, summer has ALWAYS started on June 21st!
I found this out a few years ago and felt like one of those kids who finds out they're adopted. I mean, who am I?
Anyway, the point is that really I'm a "spring birthday". Yuck. Thanks for betraying me, Mom. I think I'll just say I'm a "summer-ish" birthday boy. So without further ado...
Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday, dear Raw-uhb. Happy Birthday to me!
For my birthday, I'm giving myself an extra track.
And unexpectedly, Janet Jackson. More on that later.
For now, enjoy some summer-ish jams. For my birthday. I mean, what else do I have?
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