It’s my birthday on Saturday. That’s 23 hours and 32 minutes, coincidentally, and I’ll be turning 23.
23 has always been my favourite number (way before that weird movie). It was one of my favourite songs as a kid (by Jimmy Eat World) as well. All my dreams used to revolve around it, and I used to obsessively look for (and as a result, see) it everywhere. Weird, right? Anyway, I naturally figured that I’d die at the age of 23.
I’m not at all superstitious, so I know it’s not true… But I’m just saying, that if I do die before my 24th birthday, I want you guys to know that I totally predicted it.
I very often picture myself getting shot, unusually enough, eight times. That is incredibly unlikely for obvious reasons, primarily being that England isn’t quite as trigger happy as our gun wielding comrades over in America, but again, I’m just saying, that if I get shot eight times before my 23rd birthday, I totally predicted it.
Advance happy birthday!
Enjoy your birthday if you make it. :-)
we aren’t trigger… oh.
I know, right?
Happy future birthday! I predicted I would die before 16. And then before 25. I’m feicing 41 now so apparently I’m not psychic.
Ah, but perhaps you aren’t taking into account your youthful mentality? You could harbour the childish wonderment of a 15 and a half year old, in which case you might still die soon…
Happy Birthday. Be thankful you aren’t part of my family – 23 is OLD! (It’s an inside joke…I’m not explaining)!
Happy birthday soon! Summer birthdays are great!
Ooh eerie! For years I’ve had this premonition that I’d find exactly 800 dollars on the street. Perhaps I can plug up each of your bullet holes with a crisp 100 ? Kitty DrunkDrunk is having a nice slug of breakfast gin in honor of your birthday.