Goddamn, I keep thinking your birthday's in July. I really should know better from now on ... so ... uhh ... happy birthday?
Sadly, I have no feces-themed picture to post for your amusement, but ... uhh ... you're the most awesome person ever because you're the person who introduced me to real metal with those billions on mix tapes (which I STILL have), and we still need to meet up at some mall when I stop failing my drivers' license test because after writing to each other for a billion years and then having you move to Maryland is too good of an opportunity not to finally get to talk to you in person ... and I felt like I needed to say something sentimental and I did so ... yeah.
Happy birthday, Cara!