Sunday, September 17, 2006

It's my birthday. Happy birthday me.

Fuck.

As of two and a half hours ago I'm forty-seven.

When he was my age Mozart had been dead for twelve years.

I need to start writing.


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1 comment:

  1. Phoebe J. Southwood8:09 pm

    OMG!!! Did I call you on your birthday and NOT say Happy Birthday????

    I am so sorry!

    Happy Birthday, Liam! Happy Birthday Happy Birthday!!!

    Don't worry - we would all rather hang out with you than Mozart. He was freakish tool.

    HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

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