happy thirteenth anniversary.
Know what’s weird? It’s supposed to be the fourteenth, but it’s the thirteenth anniversary on the thirteenth. And I guess that is an unlucky number, because it wasn’t a perfect date.
Okay, I admit it. It was my fault for wanting to hang out with my lovable best friends when we had already had something planned. It was my fault for thinking you’d understand my ridiculous thoughts and ways and come find me when you’re supposed to. It was my fault our thirteenth anniversary, well…
sucked ass.
But after all that fighting and all that stupid, useless drama, we ended the night alright. Or maybe I just love crepes so much, they make me ridiculously happy. Crepes and then the best korean bbq ever at korea house. So good!
And that was the end to our thirteenth month.