<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Deliveries on blog</title><link>https://blog.boroghor.com/tags/deliveries/</link><description>Recent content in Deliveries on blog</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en</language><copyright>kekw</copyright><lastBuildDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2026 18:09:52 -0400</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://blog.boroghor.com/tags/deliveries/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>BORN IN THE WRONG MONTH</title><link>https://blog.boroghor.com/posts/born-in-the-wrong-month/</link><pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2026 17:00:00 -0400</pubDate><guid>https://blog.boroghor.com/posts/born-in-the-wrong-month/</guid><description>Birthday was this week. Turned 34.
No cake reveal. No dinner reservations. No candles. If you’re born in October, you don’t actually get a birthday—you get an entire month where the culture worships fake blood, haunted houses, and 12-foot plastic Home Depot skeletons, and your birthday is just some random Tuesday buried in the middle of it.</description></item></channel></rss>