Birthday – So Close.

I’m going to be 21, in like…. *counts in head* twelve days. Shit. That’s like, an adult. With responsibilities, and maturing to be done…

Nah, screw that. I’m having a Faerie party! I was even writing out the guideline for the Wild Hunt on my lunch break and one of the old birds asked me if I was for real when I explained what I was doing. Come on! Doesn’t it sound like awesome fun?!

I may not neccessarily be wearing faerie wings, because I haven’t found any epic enough, and I don’t really have the time to perfect my own, but it will be magical.

It’s going to be a cold night, and there will be food to warm the insides, spiced wine to warm the bones, and fire to warm the hands and feet.

There will be no harsh fluoros or globes, just the sparkle of faerie lights, strung every where like millions of servile glow-worms.

We’ll eat and drink and go on a Wild Hunt and ET CAKE!

Oh yes. Birthday Joy.

X…Cheshire Kittin…X