I started my birthday crying on a unit because babies are terrible, unstable little things that love making me freak the fuck out every time. And I ended said birthday, with a mug of rum and coke in one hand and sobbing into the phone in my other hand to credit card representatives about having lost my wallet and the license and cards that were in it.
Needless to say, this is quite possibly the worst birthday I've ever had to experience...
Written 7.7.11
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