#bvthemoon

        ‘  i mean it does happen every year ; ‘ jeannie announced , her voice tinged with the usual sadness that touched the lopsided frown on her lips.   miffed would sum up her expression, looking down at the fucked up cake in her hands --     the burnt sponge covered in a bitty looking icing, and with more candles than a voodoo cushion.           ‘ like,   it is your birthday -- ‘ and jeannie did once again make an incredibly inedible cake.               ‘    you going to make a wish or did you want to see how long it takes for a candle to melt ?’ 

“So I get a text from Conner during class today, no big deal, except for the fact that that man after midnight song started playing at full volume. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”