Today is Fresh’s 39th Birthday. Yes, I don’t know what a young thing like me is doing with a man of such advanced years. I had a party for him last night. Colin got him a skull ring. I still haven’t gotten him anything. I made a big chocolate cake, tho’.
Then I had insomnia. I got up at 4 am and did my nails and then went back to bed and had weird scary dreams about Fresh. I hate it when you have a bad dream and when you feel bad all day because it seemed so real. Ugh.
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