Happy Birthday To Me.
This is my man. My fantasy man all in black. The man whose arriving soundtrack is the Star Wars Death March. All a-glimmer with his patent leather accents on bag and shoe. My man who husband says is okay to say I Love Him about.
Birthdays suck sometimes but in retrospect seem pretty great.
Blood, sweat, and tears are currently being shed working on "side projects". Can't wait to not have work to do and to work on my own stuff. Which is different.
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