every time you turn around your soul gets sold to the highest bidder
So, my aunt and uncle sent me a birthday card today. Not because they wanted to celebrate my birthday, of course, but because they wanted guilt trip me over not coming to my grandmother's birthday party.
For the record: her birthday isn't until next week, and I didn't know she was having the party when I was in Toronto, and even if I had, between the Royal Winter Fair and Eric's 19th birthday party, I wouldn't have had time to go. I swear, everyone I know is born in November.
My pony won at the fair, though, so all is well.
For the record: her birthday isn't until next week, and I didn't know she was having the party when I was in Toronto, and even if I had, between the Royal Winter Fair and Eric's 19th birthday party, I wouldn't have had time to go. I swear, everyone I know is born in November.
My pony won at the fair, though, so all is well.