warm.
It's such a nice day out and i've really done nothing but workout a bit today, and now I'm sweating more then I was at the gym. It's a friggin oven in this apartment and I want to setup my A.C but I'm an idiot and I'm scared it's going to fall off the window sill and land on some obese lady. "mr mr get this off of me...MR!!!" Don't want to kill any mr mr ladies.
But yeah my mom called me today and talked for a while. She's really scared that my childhood messed anything up with me. My sister was always teased and had low self-esteem. I guess just from being raised with her, I became a lot like her. My mom obviously knows me better then anyone and has always noticed i've been the shy, quiet kind of kid. It's not as bad as it used to be when I was a child, but there's still some of that now. I don't really fight for myself either and people can walk all over me if they wanted too really, just like my sister, and that's another thing my mom's worried about if I meet a lady friend. But the reason for my mom being all depressed today was because she thinks she messed up raising me. To be honest, it's the complete opposite, raising an autistic kid and myself, must of been hard. Apparently I used to take pisses everywhere haha, but never in the toilet...whenever i had to go, i'd go. My mom was telling me a bunch of stories today, pretty funny actually. My parents thought i'd be a male stripper because i guess i always ran around naked and pissed everywhere, ok maybe the pissing everywhere isn't a stripper thing, but who knows! i was like a cocker spaniel. I must of been horrible to raise. Anyways, this was boring for you guys.
Melissa's back in school soon, and I'm extremely happy for her, I didn't tell her too much, But I really am. I'm sure she'll do great. I'm not even sure when I'm going back, I need to pay off that loan first, then go back for nursing I assume. gay lord focker what.
and maurissa died from the o.c...that shows going to suck balls now.
Anyways, Take care everyone, it's coln's birthday soon, so everyone should go to poachers, he'd be a happy kid.
everyone have an amazing night, tavern tonight perhaps. Happy Birthday Chance...even though you don't read these, but you never know.
But yeah my mom called me today and talked for a while. She's really scared that my childhood messed anything up with me. My sister was always teased and had low self-esteem. I guess just from being raised with her, I became a lot like her. My mom obviously knows me better then anyone and has always noticed i've been the shy, quiet kind of kid. It's not as bad as it used to be when I was a child, but there's still some of that now. I don't really fight for myself either and people can walk all over me if they wanted too really, just like my sister, and that's another thing my mom's worried about if I meet a lady friend. But the reason for my mom being all depressed today was because she thinks she messed up raising me. To be honest, it's the complete opposite, raising an autistic kid and myself, must of been hard. Apparently I used to take pisses everywhere haha, but never in the toilet...whenever i had to go, i'd go. My mom was telling me a bunch of stories today, pretty funny actually. My parents thought i'd be a male stripper because i guess i always ran around naked and pissed everywhere, ok maybe the pissing everywhere isn't a stripper thing, but who knows! i was like a cocker spaniel. I must of been horrible to raise. Anyways, this was boring for you guys.
Melissa's back in school soon, and I'm extremely happy for her, I didn't tell her too much, But I really am. I'm sure she'll do great. I'm not even sure when I'm going back, I need to pay off that loan first, then go back for nursing I assume. gay lord focker what.
and maurissa died from the o.c...that shows going to suck balls now.
Anyways, Take care everyone, it's coln's birthday soon, so everyone should go to poachers, he'd be a happy kid.
everyone have an amazing night, tavern tonight perhaps. Happy Birthday Chance...even though you don't read these, but you never know.