Oh yeah, Happy Birthday to the original Bae, my first real boyfriend partner in Canada. We don't talk at all anymore. I miss him a lot and sometimes call his old phone number (its deactivated now) i realized i dont have his email. Isnt that weird? All those years and we broke up and he never wanted to talk about it. Ever. So I finally left for real. Sure do miss those good old days living with him and having an art studio at home. It sucked when we broke up, he went wild cos i was forming a close friendship with a shady dud (literally a dud of a human) and he screamed at me to get out of the house... so i had to leave the only home I made in Canada. Our apartment was something I maintained and grew as a space but all of a sudden I wasn't welcome, hostile measures were taken against me, I had been in Canada for about 5 years then and had no home again. I never had a permanent house or stability like that ever again. Ive moved over 20 times since then. Thats almost 40 moves. When I went to visit Vancouver a few years ago, he still lived there but the place was needing a housekeeper very badly. He still didn't want to talk about anything and him and my kind of best friend hooked up. So I left again and I haven't heard from either of them and that was the end of that. I'd give him a sample of each soap and he'd take pics of me using the soap in the sink, maybe, if we were still friends.