why come?

this is the second year in a row that Milton wasn’t the first to wish me a happy birthday.  why that bothers me so much i don’t know.  why he thinks it’s ok to just wonder in and out of my life, i don’t know. 

why come when my family calls to wish me a happy birthday and starts singing to me it makes me want to cry?  fockers.

i don’t want to be 30 today.

Rollie is making me brownies for my birthday.  he’s trying to be sweet.  i love him.