almost every january, in retrospect, is a blur to me. There are clips, images of some days, my birthday usually: i remember an ariel balloon that someone gave me in 7th grade, i can remember throwing up one year at school and i remember it snowing on my 18th birthday. I'm certain I only remember it snowing on my 18th birthday because
1) a boy I know, who is called Joe B, pegged his girlfriend in the eye with a dense snowball, which was both funny and sad
2) my friend dylan was seen running through the snow in my snug pink sweatpants, rainbow-bee slippers and check-o-potamus nighty , following him close behind, was a boy by the name of miles in my swimsuit.
no, i will not forget that day.