  My birthday is the pit of hell, that tempsetial, soggy time of the year known as late November. The 28th is especially wretched, because it most often involves eating turkey and attempting to talk to my cousins in the "holiday" of thanksgiving. A few years ago, I decided I wanted a new date on which to eat waffles (my fave) recieve presents and be worshiped. I settled on July 4th, as I could get fireworks on my birthday. I will cotinue this later, because now I need to go eat waffles, recieve gifts, and be worshipped. 
