u/OoopsIDidYou

I'm a Joshua bias and I'm trying to discover more of his funniest, chaotic, dramatic, bratty, and most underated GoSe moments.

What episodes or specific moments would you reccomend for someone who wants maximum Joshua content? 😭

And, specifically looking for moments that brings out his personality not just the iconic ones! And, BONUS POINTS for underrated ones or where the 95 liners ensue chaos and evil energy

Stupid title? I know.

Don't start.

It's not like you'd be here to make fun of it anyway. Honestly, the idea of you being here on this app feels spiritually wrong. Because I know you, you'd spend twenty mintues correcting someone's financial advice, then decide people here are illiterate and never open the app again.

So, all in all.... I'm almost certain I'm yelling into the void or ranting. Whichever one is more on brand for me.

Or

If you are here by some cosmic fucked up glitch, this is me casting pebbles at your window. Because I can't say it to your stupid face anymore. So, don't roll your pretty eyes at me.

Happy Birthday, Malothra.

I hate that I had to say it here. I was supposed to say it while cupping your cheeks and pulling your face towards mine, whilst you'd grin that stupid unberable smug grin because you are another year older and according to your flawed logic, wiser. Can't do that. So, I'm here. Hello? A woman's gotta do what she's gotta do.

You know, out of all the things on my mind today....I didn't expect oral rehydration salts or twix bars to even make it to the list. You are to be blamed for it. Solely.

Remember, that day? Yeah, when I had that ungodly migrane.

In hindsight, you could've panicked a little? Just for drama? No. And what did you do? Teared the sachet open, made the drink yourself( because according to you...I couldn't be trusted to pour a glass of water by myself.) and handed it to me with an energy of someone's emotionally compromised husband, waited till I finished it and then allowed me to continue arguing with you.

And you didn't even make a big deal about it.

As if you'd any room to talk. You, who used to survive on coffee and bad decisions. So, I made it my personal mission to carry Twix bars for you. Because God forbid Mr I live and breathe Finance remembered that lunch was, a legally recognized meal

Looking back, we were ridiculous. Like, there's no bone in our body that screamed 'Normal'.

People ruin songs for thier exes. Normal people. You ruined confectionery aisles and pharmacies for me. What? Don't look at me like that. It's true.

And don't get me started on that chinese take out.....that left the both of us with food poisoning. You're in 'stomach bugs' now? Unbelievable. Then comes our booth at Sorrento. The one by the window. Yes, that's forever ruineed too. The color yellow. Rain and promenades. An entire city.

Oh, yes, the karaoke night too? The one where I had to physically restrain myself from dragging you on the stage, but still ended up rasing your hand because somebody had to expose you. Who else, if not me, right? And, the fact that you belong behind a mic. I still maintain it was a correct decision. Every woman in that place forgot how to breathe for four mintues that night. Yes, You and your stupid song selction of 'Raat Bhar' should have been declared illegal. I was furious. Very proud. Mostly furious though.

And then, later that night when I had you all to myself after you confessed. I remember dragging you to a Tattoo parlor like a completely insane person.

Also, I'd like to formally blame you for this. You were equally comitted to the bit. I have eveidence. Because who asked you to become my chaos sponsor at one in the morning? You could've been a responsible adult. Could've said 'Absolutely not. Let's go home.' Or you could've physically carried me to the car. I mean, it makes sense. You were objectively stronger and your muscles were certainly not for decorative purposes.

But instead, you watched me pick out the dainty designs. Even hugged me through it all. See, you are part of the problem too.

I guess, what I am trying to say is. You've successfully infested every bloody corner of my life. Nook and Cranny. How the fuck did you get everywhere? I wish, you were confined to photographs or one café. You are, quite literally, written all over my life now. I should really figure out how to extort rent from you. It's honestly excessive, Malhotra. And frankly, rude. Get a hobby, please.

Anyways

Happy Birthday, The moon to my sun( Yeah. Revolting. Spare me. You enabled it. So, deal with it.)

You're still an insufferable know it all. Yeah, that and criminally cheesy.

If you were here. I would've spent an entire day bullying you into celebrating your own birthday. I know, you didn't like making a big deal out of it. But, fight me. Because your birtday should come with berry filled choclate muffins, rib crushing hugs, me fussing over you and pretending I haven't planned the entire day already.

And, God, this is going to sound horrible. I hope every now and then something ordinary still sneaks up on you and knocks the wind out of your lungs because it reminds you of me. Because I'd like to imagine I didn't imagine all of this by myself.

Love,

Sunshine.