Today is not my real birthday but its Mr NYC's birthday, and so I/him is officially twelve years old.
Happy birthday to me/him!
Mr NYC is officially old enough to be in junior high, which means that me/him is at peak annoying (just kidding, me/him has always been extremely annoying).
Now I/him enter my sullen, misunderstood, soon-to-be sexually active (okay, let's be honest, incel) teenage ages.
In five years, me/him will be applying to college and fully plans on cheating to gain admission.
By the way, on this birthday celebration day, there's a new NYC-centric show about to premiere on TV called What We Do in the Shadows. It certainly is one of the most original-sounding NYC shows to come along recently -- it's about neurotic vampires living boring lives in Staten Island. Sounds great! Or boring.
Anyway, please wish me/him a happy birthday. It'll greatly improve my/his fragile ego.
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