Happy Heathers DaySeptember 1st, 1989
Dear diary… I believe I’m a good person. You know, I think that there’s good in everyone but here we are… first day of senior year! And, uh, I look around at these kids that I’ve known all my life and I ask myself “What happened?”
The clock strikes midnight.
The date is now the first of September.
In the distance you hear the faint sound of singing.
Down on Skid Row…
That’s when you realize
It’s the Little Shop of Horrors fandom.
Their time is drawing nigh.
So it’s finally September, and here’s my question
Are we gonna celebrate on the twenty first or the twenty third?