if you're reading this, I'm 19

In case you missed me mentioning it at every single opportunity (and sometimes when someone else just took too long a breath), today is my birthday.

Like all good parties, 18 ended while it was still good, and we all wanted it to go on. 19 is here to take its place, tear it up, and take names. 

I still don't really understand taxes though. 

x J (now 19)

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If you're mean, I'll track you down and replace all your shoes with those hideous white tennis things that are so popular among the very sad.