if nobody got me i know birthday shark got me
it's the objective greatest day of the year--that's right the random day that I had no control over when I forced my way out of my mother and the doctor pushed me back in but I was like, okay, I'll wait for a little bit but I'm coming out angry. And yes, that was a dramatization, but a true story. I came a little bit premature, as babies often do, and the doctor wasn't ready for my mom to give labor yet. So he was like, "hold her in" (author's re-enactment) and my mom was like, "bro" and he was like "bro, people won't use that as an exclamation for another 30 years". And then the me of right now is realizing how meta this is and how sad I am. It's my birthday, is what I'm trying to say. I have a pretty consistent routine of my birthday of getting pensive and trying to make everything about me and my birthday. It's not that I'm trying to con free stuff from corporations or gifts from my friends. It is that, but