Life Deforming: Happy Birthday!

Saturday, May 30, 2015

Happy Birthday!

To mah baby daddy, Rob! I hope you have a lovely day today! We've been continuing to try and keep things civil and while it hasn't gone entirely smooth so far, it's a start and we're on better terms than we've been in a long time. It's approaching 11 years since we met... You're getting old, fucker! XD I'm still the spring flower I was when you met me! Happy Bahsuday! Hug my baby for me! :3

Rei~

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LacebunMay 30, 2015 at 10:41 PM
Happy B-Day, Rob! :) Thank you for being a dumbass and leaving the most beautiful girl on earth for me to marry! lol Oh, and Rei was given one of the best gifts anyone could give her by him on HIS day today! Timothy is coming for 4th of July week!!!! Guess you're not all bad, old man! :) XOXO
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