Last night, after waking up from being sick, I went to the fridge to get some juice. I happened to look at the calendar and noticed I had committed a major Faux pa.
I forgot the BFF's birthday. Just forgot. Period.
Sigh, I NEVER forget birthdays. I have this unusual ability to remember dates. I think it ties in with the unusual ability to remember all numbers (just don't ask me to do mathematical equations with said numbers).
I immediately texted him in shame.
Me: "Fuck, I am horrible. With everything going on with Kaden I totally forgot your bday. Happy Birthday, late"
BFF: "It's okay, didn't want to make a big deal, work's crazy"
Me: "Still... let's do dinner later this week. Love you fucker"
Bff: "Suck it whore. Later works"
I don't have my phone on me right now, but this was pretty much how it goes. I love that we love each other but have to call each other name instead. We share a strong bond.
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