today is the celebration of my grandfather's ninety-sixth birthday.
normally i love a good party. this? isn't one. i hate the guests, i hate the location, i'll hate the food. i can't even say "well at least there'll be cake," because the cake is this ridiculous mango fruit cake that they order every year from Prima Deli. it is disugsting. it is a waste of cake.
but, hey, it's my grandfather's party. he might not like it himself, but i'll be there. not like i can
be anywhere esle.
also, what the fuck am i supposed to wear? SOMEONE PLEASE CALL TOMORROW MORNING AND ASK ME OUT, so at least i can wear a nice shirt and jeans and say i'm going out after. without something like that, what do i wear without looking or feeling ridiculous? oh, how i wish i could put on a jacket tomorrow and leave right after the main part of the party, but while everyone's still there.
my alarm is set for nine A.M. so that i'll wake early and won't be caught off-guard by the Khoos. I guess it's time for me to go to bed, then.
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