Okay, so after Denise, Walter, Eric and I got back from Chinatown we came to my house. We were just hanging out, playing video games or watching movies, whatever-the-fuck.My parents left to go see my cousins who magically appeared in NY from TX. My mum comes asks to see me in the kitchen, and says "No monkey business." Well, previous to that, she said "Keep it monopewpewpew pewwww!" Seriously though, she used this like five syllable word and I have no fucking clue what she was talking about. I remember thinking the first or second syllable was a root word for sex- or something related to that- so I can conclude she meant something along the lines of "no fucking". So let me move on;
WHAT THE FUCK????
So she can leave me and Eric alone without a warning. But when ANOTHER couple is here, she has to give me a warning?! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? SUPER GROSS. FUCKING SUPER DUPER SIIIIIIIICK.
I asked my mum about the spots (that are predominantly on my chest, but are also on my stomach) and she said "You have spots all over your chest? That could be an allergic reaction to something. ... Real nice, VQ."
WHAT
THE
FUCK
Then I had to quickly pull up my shirt to show her my spotty scabby stomach! You've GOT to be kidding me!
I remember when I bought ...those plastic balloon things, they were like putty and then you stuck a straw in them, and blew them up. They stayed as balloons for a long time, and could stick together.. anyway!
Devon A. and I bought this and my mum told me to keep the door open because she thought we were trying to inhale the fumes from the plastic stuff.
On my birthday someone rang the doorbell and I got really excited and I ran towards the door and my shoulder accidentally rammed into the wall. She asked if I was ok and looked into my eyes. I KNOW SHE WAS CHECKING TO SEE IF I WAS HIGH OR DRUNK OR WHATEVER. (These things happened when I was like, 14 or 15, btw.)
This WOMAN. THIS LADY I FEEL LIKE HITTING HER WITH A MALLET. She's ALWAYS trying to make me look perverted/drug addicted! WHAT IS THIS OBSESSION.
Is it because I'm not DARING enough? Teens are daring, twisted people that are always doing CRAZY BULLSHIT and so I MUST BE A RETARDED MOTHERFUCKER too? Seriously. Sometimes I feel like she's trying to create some drama for me because my life is so boring. Alex is the drama llama. WHY DO I NEED TO TAKE PART. I thought I was helping her be less stressed by not doing anything stupid ;3;
I don't really have the urge to do anything stupid, either. Why am I so boring?
Anywho, this brings up a few questions:
Are your mums always thinking perverted around you? Or do they try to create (a) drama (in their head)?
Do your mums suspect you of doing crazy shit, or do they know and trust you well enough?
Edit!
I'm glad I picked up Uzumaki. Here's a fan art. If you get scared easily you might not want to look at it. Or maybe you won't be able to figure out what's going on. Anyway, here it is.
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