crappola.
Crayola really should have a crayon called Crappola. And I think it should be a form of red just to throw people off. Or purple.
There are a lot of words that sound like something other than what they are.
My sister turned 17 today. My baby sister. I celebrated by embarrassing her to death when I parked behind the guy she has a crush on and refused to move until she got his number.
Her friend Sam gave in and laughingly went and got it for her.
Nothing like a good stalking to start the day off right.
Hmm.
It wasn't like that really. She made me a promise that she would when she saw him next and didn't. And the devil made me do it.
I was trying to remember what I was like at 17. That seems like a really long time ago, though the calendar dictates that it wasn't. I still look the same, though I'm more feminine now. The t-shirts and jeans went the way of the norm when I discovered Express.
Hell, now that I think of it, 23 seems a long time ago.
I should write something really meaningful here, but I don't want to. In the way that I don't want to eat my broccoli. Even if you put cheese on it.
I don't want to eat anything right now. Mom and Dad took us to Huey's and I ate more than my huge stomach can handle.
Do you remember when you were in high school and got to play mommy or daddy with the sack of flour or the eggs? Chris got me thinking about it.
What the hell were the teachers thinking of? Maternal and paternal instincts at 17? for me, eggs and flour make me think CAKE, not parenting skills.
ah, tangents from history.
There are a lot of words that sound like something other than what they are.
My sister turned 17 today. My baby sister. I celebrated by embarrassing her to death when I parked behind the guy she has a crush on and refused to move until she got his number.
Her friend Sam gave in and laughingly went and got it for her.
Nothing like a good stalking to start the day off right.
Hmm.
It wasn't like that really. She made me a promise that she would when she saw him next and didn't. And the devil made me do it.
I was trying to remember what I was like at 17. That seems like a really long time ago, though the calendar dictates that it wasn't. I still look the same, though I'm more feminine now. The t-shirts and jeans went the way of the norm when I discovered Express.
Hell, now that I think of it, 23 seems a long time ago.
I should write something really meaningful here, but I don't want to. In the way that I don't want to eat my broccoli. Even if you put cheese on it.
I don't want to eat anything right now. Mom and Dad took us to Huey's and I ate more than my huge stomach can handle.
Do you remember when you were in high school and got to play mommy or daddy with the sack of flour or the eggs? Chris got me thinking about it.
What the hell were the teachers thinking of? Maternal and paternal instincts at 17? for me, eggs and flour make me think CAKE, not parenting skills.
ah, tangents from history.