five days until the showdown.

my birthday is in five days, children.

f. i. v. e.

5

and this is the weather forecast:

oh baby!

an 80's party to bring down the house with the temperature in the 80's? serendipity.

and remember that poem that won me an award?

well, the boy who I wrote it about might be coming to my party. [i know, i just went 8th grade on you. but come on, it's my birthday!]

it will surely be the best monday in the world.