So I guess today is the most depressing day of the year. Who knew? I'd like to thank my mother for giving birth to me so that instead of being depressed today, I'd be celebrating and eating cake. Today I turned 23 again, and I'm celebrating by not packing, not calling the vet or anyone else, and watching tons of tv. And Peter made me a triple chocolate cake with chocolate frosting too. Yay for not being depressed!
happy birthday!
how was the cake from peter?