Birthday Bashed

Birthday Bashed

There were a million reasons why I didn’t want to get out of bed. But apparently the universe wasn’t gonna let me sleep.

After throwing a hardschool kegger, I had over three hundred friends. But I wasn’t deluded by my surge in popularity. I knew the difference between real friends and virtual ones. My real friends weren’t talking to me. Although to be fair, Ming couldn’t. Literally.

While Ming was suffering from the kissing disease, I was sick over a kiss. A drunken lip slip that had cost me Tamara’s friendship. And after alienating Matty and possibly Jake, my friendscape was pretty barren.

But making new friends wasn’t going to be a problem. I had the interweb.

…Which was full of creeps. If the day ever comes where I do want to see a random dude’s penis over a video chat, someone please just shoot me.

If my life had an escape button, I would’ve checked out for the day. There was only one small problem. It was my goddamn birthday.

And there was nothing happy about it. It was just another crap day in two thousand suck.

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