The Thirteenth, a Friday
Because it's Friday the 13th, and it's my blog, I shall post at least thrice. The reason for this post? Apparantly,
I write like...
J. D. Salinger
You know, the dude who wrote The Catcher in the Rye. It's pretty awesome.
And it's been rainy and cold, which makes me feel weird. And mom is gone, and not having her around is weird. And I should eat, but I don't really want to. Wearing braces does that to a person.
Can it be my birthday now?