I keep getting our national version of 'Happy Birthday' stuck in my head this week. Catchy tune, makes me feel a bit of.. something. I liked to sing it for the fucking hell of it as a kid.
Then Alice and Wonderland stole my glory with the whole unbirthday thing. I hate that guy, the Mad Hatter, ruining my fun.
I think maybe I'll make a cake this week. Anyone want cake? I want a cake with flaming strawberries. Like.. cut those suckers, fill 'em with 151, set them on fire and be like "bang, bitches, have these fire hazard cupcakes".
I saw it on the internet, so it has to be true!!
Fire cake could be awesome if I wanted it to be.
Eh.
I apologize if I'm really not myself this week.
Flag day is Sunday. His birthday is Sunday. I really kind of hoped we'd get to paint the town red together this year. And now with shit as it is and knowledge as it is and having to fucking ship presents across seas again to make sure his ass fucking knows that I want him to be goddamn happy and just--
Fanden.
I want to go home.