From the 'you can't make this shit up' department:

Looking for some art supplies the other day, I accidentally found my 'diary' from around my 13th birthday.
The day of my birthday, which it seems that 13 was a big deal to me at that time, was a boring Tuesday. My birthday being so close to Christmas, I knew the drill, my birthday was often boring itself (especially on a Tuesday), but the overall season of birthday-Christmas was always great.
The entry on my birthday was short, so I couldn't help read it when I found it.
I signed my name Natalie.
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