red letter day

a red numbered day, today. fifth of the second month. no special holiday but a sunday. twenty one days away from my birthday a time to be merry and gay. how should i spent it? it should be a hit, and on the beat. a mcdonald's party house, maybe? or be a santa clause giving away something to the less fortunate. oh great! but it is very plastic of me wanting to give when i should receive. and if i don't even have a thing. so we'll just drown ourselves with the orange sauce of the burger mcdo (and this is frustration, supposedly it should be ketchup, tomato and onions) as we try to take a grip of every french fry held by ronald who i am still confused for hamburglar is a burger; that bird is a fried chicken.