It’s my birthday and I’ll cry if I want to… or not.
I turn 31 at 11:59pm. Sometimes I wonder if I was really born on April 7th, and my mother talked the doctor/nurse/whoever into putting April 6th on my birth certificate so I’d be born on Easter.
It’s been pretty spectacular.
Period sex is still grody. But god damn was it good sex. I will never get the sight of His cock covered in my blood out of my head, though.
Anyway… happy birthday to me. Time to go spend what’s left of it with my man.