Late at night, on Friday the 13th, under a full moon, my mother went into labor. The nurses at the hospital were worried about the bad luck of having a child on that day, an occurance which hadn't happened for many years. The labor was intense. Little baby Me was twisted around funny and was not coming out easily. I would have killed my mother and myself had it not been for modern medical techonology and the ability to slice good ole mommy up and pull me out. Due to me being difficult, I wasn't born into the 14th, in the wee hours of the morning.
So I went from an awesome day to V-day. I hate my bad luck as a newborn D=<
Okay now send me gifts to make up for my horribly sad story about my birth.
So I went from an awesome day to V-day. I hate my bad luck as a newborn D=<
Okay now send me gifts to make up for my horribly sad story about my birth.
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