i just got back from a movie and the most annoying kid was sitting behind me. he/she/it kept kicking my chair..constantly. it's like why bring your child to the movies or any public place if you can't discipline them. i'm sure i'll feel differently on this topic when i have little angels of my own.
anyway, i always have my cell but i usually miss calls. idk how that works but onward with this story. my best friend sarah gave my number to this guy from school. he was a nice guy but the type that always came up to you to say "hello" and to shake your hand. who does that anymore? shake your hand??? maybe i feel so sensitive about it cuz everytime he gripped my hand...it actually hurt. i dredded the moments that i'd run across him, but whatever. so i keep getting random numbers on my cell and i'm like who is this? and as i walk in the door tonight, my mom's like someone called for you. someone named gene. it's been his number all along and the funny thing is that i joked with sarah that i purposely would miss his calls. it's just that i run out of things to say with him cuz there's no common interest of any sort. whatever, i'm probably going to hell for being mean.
earlier today my cat puked and i sat there in disgust. i usually leave it there for my mom and call them "presents from her baby" her baby being the cat. but i couldn't let it sit there today...it was just a huge glob of shit. so i took a garbage bag and wrapped it in my hand like a glove then took lots of paper towels to pick it up. it was still warm. ={ i wanted to cry. i've never done that before.
a couple of days ago i also pumped and paid for my own gas...for the first time. my stepdad usually takes my car and fills it for me cuz it's a piece anyways..but i decided that they already do so much for me why can't i do it myself for once. so i brought along my friend to guide me and my heart dropped as i spent close to $30 bucks on a tank of gas. i could've spent it on something more valuable, like clothes...or food.
well, now i'm eating so i really have to let ya'll go. cya.
anyway, i always have my cell but i usually miss calls. idk how that works but onward with this story. my best friend sarah gave my number to this guy from school. he was a nice guy but the type that always came up to you to say "hello" and to shake your hand. who does that anymore? shake your hand??? maybe i feel so sensitive about it cuz everytime he gripped my hand...it actually hurt. i dredded the moments that i'd run across him, but whatever. so i keep getting random numbers on my cell and i'm like who is this? and as i walk in the door tonight, my mom's like someone called for you. someone named gene. it's been his number all along and the funny thing is that i joked with sarah that i purposely would miss his calls. it's just that i run out of things to say with him cuz there's no common interest of any sort. whatever, i'm probably going to hell for being mean.
earlier today my cat puked and i sat there in disgust. i usually leave it there for my mom and call them "presents from her baby" her baby being the cat. but i couldn't let it sit there today...it was just a huge glob of shit. so i took a garbage bag and wrapped it in my hand like a glove then took lots of paper towels to pick it up. it was still warm. ={ i wanted to cry. i've never done that before.
a couple of days ago i also pumped and paid for my own gas...for the first time. my stepdad usually takes my car and fills it for me cuz it's a piece anyways..but i decided that they already do so much for me why can't i do it myself for once. so i brought along my friend to guide me and my heart dropped as i spent close to $30 bucks on a tank of gas. i could've spent it on something more valuable, like clothes...or food.
well, now i'm eating so i really have to let ya'll go. cya.
