Today should have been my birthday, but my mom used to say that she didn't want to bake a cake on her birthday, so she waited six days.
I think I'll just start ripping off Kafka's journal entries, like this one:
May 27. Today is your birthday, but I'm not even sending you the usual book, for it would be only pretense; at bottom I am after all not even in a position to give you a book. I am writing only because it is so necessary for me today to be near you for a moment, even though it be only by means of this card, and I have begun with the complaint only so that you may recognize me at once.
I think I'll just start ripping off Kafka's journal entries, like this one:
May 27. Today is your birthday, but I'm not even sending you the usual book, for it would be only pretense; at bottom I am after all not even in a position to give you a book. I am writing only because it is so necessary for me today to be near you for a moment, even though it be only by means of this card, and I have begun with the complaint only so that you may recognize me at once.
um happy birthday. i think.