“Poor language, doesn’t deserve such treatment.”
I have been a birthday brat for as long as I remember. Something about sharing a cake (usually chocolate because the smaller kid always gets what they want and I was always the oldest), sharing a party, and still being “forgotten” by my step grandma turned me into a birthday monster when I was older. People laugh at me for it, and I know it’s immature but much like the cartoons I can’t get enough of, it didn’t seem to matter what other people thought. I’ll admit I felt a little embarrassed by it whenever more adult people would mention my birthday obsession. But then I figured screw that, I need to celebrate me sometimes. A birthday is as good a reason as any. B tries, but I find I amble between thinking something HUGE is going to happen (very much like Jess from New Girl) or being very meh about it all. Ever since COVID I just expected to get a meal out of it somehow. Either delivered or going out. Hell even before COVID it didn’t take much. Just doing SOMETHING made the d...