Good Lord
I. am. a. mess. Constantly. I would make some real nice reality tv. No wait, that's already happening. Bastards.
Ok today was gay, no more fights over Pooh Bear, but still pretty dumb.
Lets see. I decided that I was in the mood to paint. I should really leave this crap to Lauren, who actually has some talent, because as soon as I opened the red paint, it splattered all over my painting, and onto my favorite Hurley shorts, leaving a giant red spot on the pants. SO I ripped them off and tried to get the paint off in the bathtub, but it had alreay sunk in. So I ran downstairs and sprayed it with the stain be gone and threw it into the was, No luck, the stain is still there.
So after that fiasco, Trish and Cee called telling me they were around the corner to come pick me up to go get ice cream. So now of course, I had thrown every freaking pair of pants I own into the washer to make a full load of laundry, so I had to pull my work pants out and hope they weren't staind with chocolate ice cream.
I walked out the door and scared the crap out of this kid skateboarding down the street. He almost fell off his board. That would have hurt considering he was shirtless. And rather cute. I might actually have to go to the beach this week. We went out and got ice cream from acute kid at Scoop Daddy's. Other cute kids came in too. I swear Trish is a magnet. But she doesn't talk to them.
So we came home, and hit the beach, only to find Jack making out with Sabrina's little sister SMACK under the lights. Seriously, if you walk 10 feet no one can see you, but no, they decided that right under the light at the top of the beach was the best place to do this. I suddenly remembered why I don't like my neighbors.
I finally got home, and my mom got mad that I did not bring her home any ice cream, so I had to go walk to work and get her a sundae. While I was waiting in line this little 12-year old kid standing next to me in line actually asked me, "So, do you come here often?"
"Yeah, I work here"
It seems my days keep getting more boring, but I have more and more to write.
Jorge got hmself dirty somehow. I stuck him in a tye-dyed sports bra and a pimp hat, but he still needs another bath. Good thing, because everyone got a kick out of the last one.
Ok today was gay, no more fights over Pooh Bear, but still pretty dumb.
Lets see. I decided that I was in the mood to paint. I should really leave this crap to Lauren, who actually has some talent, because as soon as I opened the red paint, it splattered all over my painting, and onto my favorite Hurley shorts, leaving a giant red spot on the pants. SO I ripped them off and tried to get the paint off in the bathtub, but it had alreay sunk in. So I ran downstairs and sprayed it with the stain be gone and threw it into the was, No luck, the stain is still there.
So after that fiasco, Trish and Cee called telling me they were around the corner to come pick me up to go get ice cream. So now of course, I had thrown every freaking pair of pants I own into the washer to make a full load of laundry, so I had to pull my work pants out and hope they weren't staind with chocolate ice cream.
I walked out the door and scared the crap out of this kid skateboarding down the street. He almost fell off his board. That would have hurt considering he was shirtless. And rather cute. I might actually have to go to the beach this week. We went out and got ice cream from acute kid at Scoop Daddy's. Other cute kids came in too. I swear Trish is a magnet. But she doesn't talk to them.
So we came home, and hit the beach, only to find Jack making out with Sabrina's little sister SMACK under the lights. Seriously, if you walk 10 feet no one can see you, but no, they decided that right under the light at the top of the beach was the best place to do this. I suddenly remembered why I don't like my neighbors.
I finally got home, and my mom got mad that I did not bring her home any ice cream, so I had to go walk to work and get her a sundae. While I was waiting in line this little 12-year old kid standing next to me in line actually asked me, "So, do you come here often?"
"Yeah, I work here"
It seems my days keep getting more boring, but I have more and more to write.
Jorge got hmself dirty somehow. I stuck him in a tye-dyed sports bra and a pimp hat, but he still needs another bath. Good thing, because everyone got a kick out of the last one.
