Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Happy Birthday . . .

. . . to you.

Despite myself, I miss you. But I'm happy to be rid of you. Emotional contradiction of the highest order. Why am I happy to be rid of you? Because I'm a drunk and you were a nag. Not a good mix. And, well, because I love to think of how happy you are.

Happy Birthday, M.

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