It's February. I don't know why, but...I don't really like this month, safe for the Chinese New Year (if any), my dad's and my friend(s)' birthdays. I just feel, like May, the other month that I'm lukewarm about, it is neither here nor there. Or probably it's just that time of the year where everything begins to pile up and you become such a soaked barrel of oat. Or maybe it's the way it sounds. About the only thing interesting is maybe that it's the only month with less than 30 days and what's more, every four years there's an extra day (I used to like the story about August stealing two balls from February so he'd get 31 days, that despo despot)! Oh crap. I guess...February just reeks of the ordane. Yup that must be it. Sorry, February babies. Yes I'm a weirdo but you mean you seriously love all months? Come on.
 
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