on sunday i turn 28. it feels big. all i really want to do for my birthday is catch a few fireflies and eat cake. birthdays are for cake. there’s no two ways about it. a birthday without cake is like a night without stars. can’t have one without the other. well, you can, but that’s awfully sad to think about. a little bit of rosé champagne and a festive ensemble aren’t bad birthday accompaniments either. so, here it is, a make-believe birthday. but the real one is coming up, i promise.