

Here's a question for you:
Was I thrity four years old and received twenty seven birthday cards or was I twenty seven years old and received thirty four cards?
Go on, flatter me. You know you want to.
The daily adventures of a fabulous poof in an emotional jungle. Watch as imagination, fact and fiction blur into an insane life dependent on outrageousness and an occasional venomous jibe.
3 comments:
how come my card isn't prominently displayed on the speaker? It's the only Russian card you got, so you should treasure it always!
I'll keep it, always and for ever.
A belated happy birthday, M! Mwah!
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