As a matter of public service I am going to inform you of a few things:
September 1st is my birthday, please have all your offerings of wealth and fame ready at the top of your dash. I will also accept boxes of Cracklin Oat Bran and old dolls from your mom’s attic. Also maybe spinal surgery? If you have that lying around.
Anyway.
The day before my birthday is the birthday of a dumbass Yu-Gi-Oh guy I like. I might draw a picture.
The day after is the birthday of my super favorite Yu-Gi-Oh guy, I will definitely make a picture.
Exactly a week before is the birthday of my dad who is a dick, so feel free to just, like, think bad thoughts at him that day. He deserves it I Promise. Just like the person who stole my fucking food stamps.
September 1st is also the start of spooky season for people who are not like me and don’t celebrate all year. I may celebrate by seeing if Target is selling the same batwing kitty Pyrex dishes again.
It is also Eurovision New Year’s Day. People who care a lot about Eurovision will be celebrating the birth and potential of all new songs for 2023. You will see Verka Serduchka.
You can see how it would be necessary for me to inform you of all of this highly charged information in advance. I like to go into things prepared I thought perhaps you would also.
