My birthday is May 4th. I hadn't even thought about it until this morning, when I found a life-size cardboard cut-out of James Dean standing on my desk at school. It was one of the props used at our prom, and I asked my teacher if I could take it home with me, but was told that "one of the adults already asked to keep it." As it turns out, the adult in question was my mother, who-- unlike me--had not forgotten about my birthday. She is a pretty cool mom, I must admit.
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"I sweat like a fucking nun on Sunday...I don't even know what that means."
- Sebastian Bach
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