May 9, 1981! And people always think I'm 16. Which isn't as cute as it sounds. I think it means I look immature? I have a couple freckles. Maybe that's it. I dress nicely though and in the last year it's been getting better -- people are still surprised when they hear I'm 21, but now I think I've accumulated enough "life experience" to carry myself a little more like an adult.
My dog doesn't have a birthday (she's a shelter dog) so I assign to her May 9, 2000.
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