Melanie.
Come.
Home.
This birthday is not gonna be super fun.
So much for a perfect day!
I'll just stay home and rip my shoulders out or something.
Good thing I have gospel/soul/blues and jazz
music
to make me feel
like I've got somethin'
in me.
woo hoo
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{my face when I saw Tequila pooped on me} |
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{M. playin' on their bedtime cage} |
LOVE THOSE BIRDS.
Au Revoir
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