dear birthday in a week,
i'm writing you a week in advance so you can prepare not to suck. my plans for you are extremely to the point. so, i'm just asking you not to suck. please.
cause this is the year i should technically "grow up". OUCH. sooo, i plan on getting waaaaasted. too many shots, falling out of my heels, wanting to puke, making out with someone hot, et cetera. hell, i might even do a body shot or two. i want to have a helluva good time.
so, birthday, do me right,