Lady Parts, and What Comes Out of Them

Hey! Remember me? It's P. That guy that did that one thing? And then another thing?

Anyway, it has come to my attention that today is a certain letter's birthday. A letter nestled snuggly between "C" and "E."


Now comes the time to see if you really DID master elementary school.

So firstly, yay!! Congratulations!! 19 years ago today, you managed to navigate through a near-labyrinthine series of passages into the real world, where you were promptly smacked, and deservedly so.

The real world 'aint raisin' no fools.

And no fool would pass up the opportunity to mooch parties and presents from people merely by boasting of your grand accomplishment of existing for another year. Bravo!

And despite my joy for it finally being D's turn to boast again, I cant help but feel saddened that I am hundreds of miles away, sitting alone in my house, instead of partaking in any of the festivities.

But really, this is no time to focus on my sulking. Nor is it a time to question a long standing tradition of showering your friends with love and affection during this most special 24-hour time period.

So celebrate! Get your friends and celebrate! The way I see it, celebrating a birthday is just a nice way to say, "You know what. I'm kinda glad you were born today. It's good to have you around most times."

And now I take this opportunity to say this noncommittal salute of appreciation slash love slash affection to D.

It's nice to get that vibe from people every so often.

May your August the Eighteenth be full of otters and confetti, and I'm kinda glad you were born today.

P

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As we celebrate this glorious day of irrevocable birth, let us imagine a world without our dear D.

Imagine...

Imagining...

No.

This imagining is, as just tested, impossible to do.  Why?  Because David is the founding father of Fitzy. I for one, as founding mother, cannot comprehend this.

Where would I be without D?

Lost, in the great abyss.

Where is this abyss?

IN MY MIND.

This, simply stating, is the truth:  Without D having been born and us having a chance meeting on Facebook and eventually the horrid CS class, Fitzy, and therefore one of my creative outlets would be none.  And therefore, Fitzy would not be touching (as we all hope it does) your lives.

Does this make sense?

Picture it in one of those teen-angsty shows where a certain character is slightly emo and needs one of those "I just got hit in the head and now I'm in some surreal existence that shows me how life is like without me."

I'm pretty sure that was an episode of Rugrats, but don't take my word for it.

So, this has been my happy birthday rambling.  I love D, and hopefully this very special day will be suitably celebrated back on campus in just a mere couple of weeks.

-K