February 2011
January 2011
on any other night I could put my phone down for hours and not get a single text message or phone call. but tonight when I wanna read for my English class everyone decides to call me and just tell me random stuff that I could give two shits about. for instance, Lexie just called me to tell me she bought clear converses and pretty socks, like really? I don’t care.
that moment when the city is under attack and you...
babymoose:
“HONEYY” “What?” “Where is my super suit? “WHAT” “WHERE. IS. MY. SUPER SUIT.”
“WHY DO YOU NEED TO KNOW?”
“IT’S FOR THE GREATER GOOD.”
“I AM THE GREATEST GOOD YOU ARE EVER GONNA GET.”
“THE PUBLIC IS IN DANGER!”
“MY EVENING IS IN DANGER!”
“YOU TELL ME WHERE MY SUIT IS, WOMAN.”
I was home for five minutes then had to go babysit. if I didn’t need the money I would not be here. Connor drives me insane and Katie cries whenever I don’t let her do something. Katie finally went to bed and now I’m just waiting for Connor’s bedtime.
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No Lies
Me: are you on your way?
Dad: on the toilet
Me: gross, you didn’t need to tell me that
Dad: Well, I didn’t want to lie to you
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now wegmans or noodles and co. for me :( instead my cousin and I are going to Towson mall.
my dad and I are going to Hunt Valley for the...
he’ll be in meetings all day tomorrow so I’m gonna drive around. here’s to hoping I don’t get lost.
some creepy ass dude just walked by my window. I thought maybe he was just cutting through my yard like a lot of these assholes that live near me do but he walked to my backyard and looked around then walked back to the sidewalk. I’m so freaked out. I don’t even want to leave my house to go to school.
today is my brother’s birthday and I wanna bring him cupcakes for after his wrestling match tonight but he won’t let me :( I’ll just make them for myself then.
I hate the neighborhood I live in.
there are cops in my backyard. my dad is out there trying to figure out what’s going on. my neighbor told us that someone was shot and tries running through our backyard. I don’t know if he’s still out there though. all I know is I’m ready to move.
4PM
Dad: Where are you?
Me: On my way home. Why?
Dad: Oprah’s on.
ugh one more week till I finally get my laptop back. I hate tumbling from my phone.