not even ice cream helps...
Yeah, so my mom decides to try something new for dinner tonight. Stuffed cabbage. Gross, mounds of cabbage, rice, hamburg, cheese, and tomato sauce. Knowing how she gets when we complain about food, my sibs and I shut our mouths and ate. Then she yelled at me 'cause I was staring into space and she said "Oh, wipe the forlorn look off your face!" and continued to bitch. So you know what I did. I ate THREE FRICKING HELPINGS of the godawful stuff, right in front of her. She ignored it. I went outside and threw up- no lie. Then my dad and I went out to get propane for the grill (the chemical formula of which is C3H8, by the way). We stopped at McDonald's on the way back. Hehe.
ANYWAYS.
I think I am developing a crush, and I want it to go away. Because crushes always end up the same way: tears and a broken friendship. Roar.
Conversation of the day (on the phone):
Dani: You were breathing really heavily, Kevin.
Kevin: When?
Stace: Last night.
*all three crack up*
Alright I'm done. Later.
ANYWAYS.
I think I am developing a crush, and I want it to go away. Because crushes always end up the same way: tears and a broken friendship. Roar.
Conversation of the day (on the phone):
Dani: You were breathing really heavily, Kevin.
Kevin: When?
Stace: Last night.
*all three crack up*
Alright I'm done. Later.