I deserve some sort of award for being so good at procrastinating
But really.
Steve came home last night and pretty much just told me he was going to the beach with one of his co-workers. He did ask me if I wanted to tag along, but the beach is gross and I wasn’t even dressed properly, so no. But anyway, this bitch comes over and brings her son and they were all overly enthusiastic and I can just say once again no. But um, he’s all like ‘You suck’ because I wouldn’t go, bitch you don’t know me, who the fuck are you? Um, anyway, he’s going out with them again Monday or Tuesday I think? This is not okay. Because Steve just tells them that I usually don’t wear pants and they caught me at a time that I was and the son’s all ‘Why was she wearing them this time?’ okay, no, that’s creepy.
But, that wasn’t the only awkward thing that happened to me yesterday. One of our family friends was having farmer’s vegetables and stuff delivered to our house and this guy came and delivered them and I didn’t know it was him at our door. So I just opened the door in my pajamas or whatever and oh my God he was so cute and short and blonde and smiley and I just stood there all awkwardly with my mouth hanging open and he was still all smiley and blonde and kill me.
I’ve also been procrastinating my homework for three days now and I think I’m going to get killed so.