I was born on a Monday.
My mom said it was the worst Monday until I was born and then it was the best Monday.
When my mom was pregnant,
She would walk along the pier on full moons,
And I would wriggle around a lot.
That's why my middle name means child of the moon.
I had my first crush when I was three,
And I've been a hopeless romantic ever sense.
My first best friend that I remember was when I was two,
She wasn't potty trained and I used to make a big deal every time she had an accident.
Now I have three best friends,
One is an amazing writer and talented actress, who listens to my problems even when they probably bore the crap out of her,
And she is there whenever I need her,
Which is a pretty big commitment because I need her a lot.
The other is a super funny, sweet girl, who comes to me with her problems asking for advice,
Who jumps into my arms and makes me carry her, bride style, everywhere.
The third one is a guy who encourages me when I suck a sports,
Teases my about my obsession with musicals,
Is there to laugh at all my jokes,
Unless they're not funny, Then he tells me just that.
My friends are the best,
And I'm still a hopeless romantic.
I like midnight much more than mid day,
And I wish I still lived in California.
Also, Mondays still usually suck.
But that's okay.
I don't know why you read this all the way to the bottom it's so bad,
It's like you're reading a crappy diary entry or something.
Well anyway, it's my birthday,
And I thought I'd tell you.