Happy birthday, kaygay!!! You’re an amazing presence to be around. You’re the summer to LT1’s dreadful winter, and the blush to the drably complexion of our school’s walls. You’re also the innisfree to chole’s facial oils. AND the butt of all jokes, yet the master of farce. Good gracious, KG! Keep rocking your rags and culottes.
I’m ever so fortunate for the people around me. So, very, thankful.