"This is the first birthday I spent sober since I was 14."

Well, today is Alex's birthday. We spent the morning hanging out and Nicky and I took him out for breakfast. He seemed so happy. We went to his apartment after eating and we watched Fight Club and Pulp Fiction. I braided his hair even though he said no. I baked him cupcakes there and Nicky distracted him for me for like, two hours so he would be surprised, but they have a lovely scent and he noticed before they were done. Red velvet with vanilla icing ftw.

At 5, he said he had to go drive two hours to his family's house for dinner. So, Nicky went down to the car and Alex held me back and hugged me and told me how much today meant to him. He looked like he was about to cry. And now, I'm like tearing up. It really makes me happy to know he genuinely enjoyed his birthday. He deserves it more than anyone. I wish we could have stayed longer though, but I guess he kind of had to see his family.

I'm going to try to see him sometime again during the week, and I told him to keep his phone on hand and be ready for Nicky and me at any given moment. I could go harass him at work. Knock something down so he has to pick it up... I'm a nice friend, right? Ah well.

The week after this is Spring Break. I have 10 days off from school including weekends, so that's hot. Nicky has off from work too, because the owner of his job's kids are taking over for all the shifts during the break since there are like 10 of them and they're all able to.

Lastly, my mother "twisted her ankle" but, some "nice guy splinted it for her".

Now, my mother's lies always involve three things.

1. Her getting hurt.
2. Some "guy" helping her.
3. And no one seeing it happen.

Yeah, and then she gets mad because I don't believe her. All this happens at least twice a week. It's exhausting. She's also a hypochondriac. It's ridiculous.

But, whatever. Stay classy,

-Peter