my love for you is as fresh as the atacama is dry, as warm as a can of antifreeze, and as valid as pluto's planetary status. i love you so much as too overlook matters of factuality and chronology. you, my (perhaps one true) alphabetical-order friend, deserve all the plaudits and wreaths of laurel on this special, gargantuan day. do not hate me for my foreordained consideration, my premature adulation for your singular cheerleading greatness. i look forward to seeing you monday, donning laundry white gowns and your almost certain scowl at my appearance, but i will be noticeably tight-lipped amidst the peal of (erroneous, i say!) well-wishes. I LOVE Y♥UUUU.
And: Happy birthday to Nina: The best debate partner ever ♥
(dear friends, please link this post to our Dear Friend bea, as i am incapable of going online/charging my mobile/giving a damn. i will pay you handsomely in math analogies and half-meant, half-assed half-hugs. thanks bbs)
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