My Dad used to always josh me when I was little that I never just had a birthDay, I had a birthWEEK, in which I basically forced everyone to dote on me for the full seven days surrounding the actual date. Picnics! Parades! Trips to Limited Too! And so, keeping with that tradition, here’s one last stupid post about my stupid birthday. Fulfilling a life long dream to have tiny tiny gold hoops in my ears, I have ordered these tiny guys from some adorable Israeli girl on Etsy, and they’re just right at home in my ears, and I just like them very much. Since I just realized you can barely see them, I guess let this picture also be a reminder, in case you needed one, that I look like an anime character. SERIOUSLY, WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY FACE.