Yep, just had a birthday. Yanno, after a certain point (I’d say around thirty or forty of them, heh) they’re just the same old, same old. Pun definitely intended.

The only thing I really wanted was five minutes with my momma. I miss her terrible, and certain days are harder than others. A birthday is one of those days, so that’s why I spent it on the down-low. Of course, I made a cake, because everything seems better with cake. The only bad thing about that is, once you eat the cake, then you have to think about how to get rid of belly fat. Heh.

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…to my fellow Goddess.

They come around every year, those birthdays. I don’t like them anymore, unless there’s cake. Then it’s okay.

Happy Birthday, Lala! I’m so glad you were born today, because I love you even more than cake.