I kind of felt like Buddy the Elf.
Hell, I had sprinkles in my yogurt.
I said no to sugar free syrup, and i got the real stuff.
And nope I'm not talking about Canadian Maple Syrup.
I'm talking about good old Aunt Jemima.
I hope that when your 18th birthday rolls around, you'll feel as special as I did.
Not because you have a million friends hurling around you and singing you "Happy Birthday."
But because today marks the day that you're one year old.
Because after all the bs satan has thrown at you-- you're still standing.
And you're kind of starting to like who you're becoming.
(Below are a few pictures from my special day.)
