what kind of fuckery is this?

Kid birthday parties are the absolute worst, like my own personal hell. 

The parents were awkward and clueless. The kids were fucking brats. 

And then there wasn’t even good birthday cake. It was a fucking angel food cake without frosting. Pass!

During the party, I got a message from my sister, who never fucking talks to me, asking me for money. Bitch, please.  At that point, I thought my head was going to explode. 

Fortunately, we went straight from the party to have dinner with D & F, and that totally turned the night around. *insert heart eyes*

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