Monday, November 19, 2018

The Count

      Well, there's only fifteen days, two hours and fifty-six minutes until my birthday. And just like last year, my plans have been tossed out the window by somebody else. I was talking about my plans last night, and today I woke up and he was still bitching about them. Just because others had bad experiences, doesn't mean I will. In fact I haven't.
      I said no matter what, I was doing it; and maybe I still should. It's supposed to be my day. You know what his day is? The other 355. It was going to be on my dime anyway; I don't think I've ever asked him for any favors. Certainly not about money.

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  1. :( Sorry to hear about the trouble - I say do whatever you want to do on your birthday, especially if you're paying for it! Yeesh :(

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    1. I had every intent; but I forgot to separate enough money to pay for my plans. So, probably not. But I bought some cookies and chocolate, so I'm happy.

      I hope you are, too.

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