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Jett Superior laid this on you on || August 20, 2007 || 10:27 pm

“You seem shaken, and I haven’t even hit ya yet.”

or, “Happy Birthday there, Bigtime.”

Sometimes, despite the fact that I’m a grown-ass woman, I burn my forehead with the curling iron. I get distracted. I go too fast, whatever.

Sometimes, despite the fact that I’ve had twenty-some-odd years of cleavage (and thus should know how to avoid it, as it’s always been in the same spot), I still drop food down there.

Sometimes, despite the fact that I’ve shut Way Back When Ago behind A Very Specific door, you take another foolish run at trying to barge through it. I don’t mean to conjure you up; whoopsies, it just happens.

You know, lately there are all those songs, appearing out of nowhere, each one searingly spot-on in its way, in its application, in its specificity with regard to voice and –God help me– the given moment. Like this one playing, which just so happens to be your Birthday Song this year. Lordy, you didn’t think I’d forget, did you? My drivers license expiration is your birthday and for some reason in the asshole universe I can’t get it switched to two days earlier or four days later.

Such insignificant things in one context become huge when Circumstance shifts even the tiniest bit in its seat.

Your birthday song? The one playing? How many of those things did you say to me and how many more might you have had I not been yelling no with everything I had but whispering it gently so that I wouldn’t bludgeon you with it? Your birthday song, one of the surviving traditions, because I told you I’d always mark this day:

“Well I know I make you cry

And I know sometimes you wanna die

But do you really feel alive without me?

If so, be free

If not, leave him for me

Before one of us has accidental babies

For we are in love.”

I’ll leave you with a quote from what is pretty much my favorite show as of late:

“Oh my GOD, you’re a PATHOLOGICAL narcissist!

“Goodnight; don’t decapitate any prostitutes soon.”

Nobody worked it out »

Don´t be shy. Lay it on me.

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