It wasn't because I had forgotten her birthday. I just never know what the date is. And yesterday I realized it was the fifteenth. And that means I have skulked into that category of "belated birthday wishers". It sucks on this side of the fence.
So in hopes of gaining back some ground, I am here to wish a Miss Leah Burt a lovely belated birthday. And now when you come back to me in September we can do things like go to 19+ bar shows and see old high school chums strip at the Cotton Club. Exciting!
I also owe you a birthday drink. Preferably something pretty looking and exciting if you wouldn't mind. :)
I love you, Leah.


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