It’s the gift that doesn’t give at all.
yeah. ugh. yeah, in their defense, I think they find my birthday practices confounding. Whenever I’m in the state I have to remind them that I don’t like to do a celebratory thing (particularly on the day). So… in almost getting it right, they got it as wrong as they ever have.
I really like my birthday, that’s the part I don’t think they understand. I just need to sort of vanish for a bit, to make it different from every other day. That plan is semi-f*cked. It’s complicated this year, though. every year. I’ll either mentally pretend it’s not my birthday or yell I “I do what I want!” to a pack of dogs.
I think somebody should get you Eleven for your birthday. Not dogsitting.
hahaha, I would feel a bit weird if I were given a living being as a gift…