boombangbing

See, I think this where my whole sullen teenager looks comes in handy. I would pull that sucker out of my repertoire and no one with half a brain would approach me, let alone blow air kisses.

Who knows? But I can barely handles the smallest doses of that shit. Especially if you stick me in a confined space like a car. Then I just get nauseous.

Oh, nice. At least he was your boyfriend?

Eh. It was nice and all but I guess I'm fickle because it didn't take me long before I wanted to escape the relationship. He was moving a little too fast with the whole "I'm in love with you" territory and I was also uncomfortable with scrutiny my Non was giving the relationship.

Then the thigh/Wooo! thing happened and I started questioning his sexuality. As did my cousin.

(Why? Why would you willingly enter into that? I'll pray for you, my friend.

No, my aunt and Mom are going to stay with me. My aunt also didn't want to get into a car with my grandparents for several hours and then stay stuck in a house populated my loud, annoying kids. My Mom wanted to go to my uncle Johnny's but I guess she's not going because of me which makes me feel guilty. I guess I'm going to have to put my limited cooking skills to the test and scrounge for food. Or, you know, make some mac and cheese.

And, duuuuude, distract me. I'm delaying cleaning my room in preparation for my mother.)