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Dad: I think you eat more when you're around Mike.
Me (thinking, not spoken out loud): Well duh, dumbass. I only point this out CONSTANTLY.
Me (spoken): Yeah, you're right Dad. Mind if I drive out to Rockford tomorrow to visit him?
Dad: Well, I don't know about that...
Double You Tee Eff.
You bitch that I don't eat enough, that I'm "back in the old mindset" and then are hesitant to permit me to visit the person that I feel most comfortable eating around?
Tonight, though, I ate pizza with my daddy. It was greasy, and GOOD.
I also babtsat Kyle today, and we got locked in the basement. No joke. He called me both "Stacy" and "Jill" before he remembered I'm Alison. He also asked if Paul could come play and I said "No, Paul died." When he was like "Huh?" I told him that no, that was a lie, Paul was actually a spy and was on a top-secret mission and that he wouldn't be able to come and play with us any time in the near future. I thought it was pretty amusing. Then Kyle wiped out on his bike, and I laughed. Then he bled and I felt bad so I let him have some disgustingly sugary gum which he isn't supposed to have because the little dirtbag doesn't like to brush his teeth.
I am going to be a disaster of a mother. My kid will fall down the stairs and start crying and I'll be all "Well that's what you get for acting stupid."
I feel bad - Mike had a rough day and I wasn't really there for him. But hopefully I will get to go visit him tomorrow.
My dad needs to realize I'm 18 and he can't watch over my every move forever...
Me (thinking, not spoken out loud): Well duh, dumbass. I only point this out CONSTANTLY.
Me (spoken): Yeah, you're right Dad. Mind if I drive out to Rockford tomorrow to visit him?
Dad: Well, I don't know about that...
Double You Tee Eff.
You bitch that I don't eat enough, that I'm "back in the old mindset" and then are hesitant to permit me to visit the person that I feel most comfortable eating around?
Tonight, though, I ate pizza with my daddy. It was greasy, and GOOD.
I also babtsat Kyle today, and we got locked in the basement. No joke. He called me both "Stacy" and "Jill" before he remembered I'm Alison. He also asked if Paul could come play and I said "No, Paul died." When he was like "Huh?" I told him that no, that was a lie, Paul was actually a spy and was on a top-secret mission and that he wouldn't be able to come and play with us any time in the near future. I thought it was pretty amusing. Then Kyle wiped out on his bike, and I laughed. Then he bled and I felt bad so I let him have some disgustingly sugary gum which he isn't supposed to have because the little dirtbag doesn't like to brush his teeth.
I am going to be a disaster of a mother. My kid will fall down the stairs and start crying and I'll be all "Well that's what you get for acting stupid."
I feel bad - Mike had a rough day and I wasn't really there for him. But hopefully I will get to go visit him tomorrow.
My dad needs to realize I'm 18 and he can't watch over my every move forever...