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So I get home and I make the usual blahblah small talk with my mom about my weekend and such and then all of the sudden she looks at me all serious like and says "okay Linze, spit it out. what's going on, tell me these plans you have." Fuck. How the hell is it that my mom ALWAYS knows what the fuck is going on. I hadn't even mentioned the idea of me going to Charleston for a bit. Not a word, and she still managed to figure out that something was going on. Fucking mom vision. So basically we talked about and she doesn't want me to go because she loves me and wants me around but she understands why I want to be there. So I think if I did decide to go she would be sad but get over it pretty quickly and painlessly.
I haven't really made a decision yet. Tomorrow I plan on painting/collaging/arting and riding my bike to this hidden lake my parents recently found that is down the street so I will have plenty of time to think things through.
I met a 97 year old man today at the gas station. Oldest person I've ever spoken to. He offered me some fried chicken which I denied, he then asked if I was a vegetarian and I said yes. He claims I won't live past 40. Alright by me.
I haven't really made a decision yet. Tomorrow I plan on painting/collaging/arting and riding my bike to this hidden lake my parents recently found that is down the street so I will have plenty of time to think things through.
I met a 97 year old man today at the gas station. Oldest person I've ever spoken to. He offered me some fried chicken which I denied, he then asked if I was a vegetarian and I said yes. He claims I won't live past 40. Alright by me.