January 27th, 2009
A weird memory.
Because when I was little my favourite number was (and still is) twenty-seven I used to tell everyone my birthday was January 27th. Some people still think it is the 27th, and for some reason I can never bring myself to correct them. It’s amazing how often 27 has come up in my life after deciding it was my favourite number.
Oh my god, I’m almost twenty.