fuckity fuck fuck

[_billyklippert_]

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Fuck.

Happy Birthday, lil' bro. For what it's worth, I'm headed your way right now, presents in tow and the old family cake recipe in my pocket. You know, just like when we were kids?

I know it's not excusable, and I'm sorry. I'm not looking for your forgiveness: just let me visit, make a fuss over you being a year older, and then make you the cake, okay? I'm catching the early flight out.

It'll be just like old times.

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...in other news, I scored tickets to canadian idol last week. Well, fuck: Ry, you have to come with next time. Two words: UTILITY. CLOSET.