Oct. 17th, 2008

drunktuesdays: ([MCR] Where's the weed nappy?)
I'm supposed to be speed cleaning before crashing at Giddyface's again, but I just thought of something I've been meaning to tell you guys about.

See, when I got mail at school, it was way easy, right? I just made sure I hit the mailbox more often, and opened shit when I was alone! Now that I'm home it's kind of hilarious. Yes mom, I did get a birthday card. No, not for my birthday, for Patrick Stump's. And absolutely, I just received a balding plush doll. I fail to understand your confusion? No, I don't know why a poster has no return address. Or is addressed with ransom letters. I'm not a terrorist. I promise I'd be sneakier about it. Probably.

But the other day, was like, seriously the most ridic. My mom yells down to my floor that I have mail! And like a dummy, I totally open it right there, and pull out a plastic donut.

Mom: ...Is that it?

Me: No. There's a note. It's from Katarin.

Mom: ...She sent you a donut.

Me: *holds it up* It has a W on it.

My poor mother. The reason why I am so great at avoiding people is because I'm actually terrible at lying when I'm asked a direct question, so she only ever knows a roundabout version of what I'm doing at any given time. Like the time I told her I was going to a movie! And didn't mention the movie happened to be in the historic town of Wayne, Pennsylvania. Whatever. It's fine. If one of y'all ever snapped and lured me into an trap, you'd have like a week before my mother worried.


OH OH OH OH WAIT, BEFORE I END THIS, I HAVE TO TELL YOU WHAT I FRANTICALLY TEXTED MARKSY ABOUT THIS MORNING. There was a fellow on a treadmill in a Dolphins jersey, basketball shorts and A JEAN VEST. WITH POCKETS.

Why am I in no position of military authority? :(
drunktuesdays: ([MCR] Where's the weed nappy?)
I'm supposed to be speed cleaning before crashing at Giddyface's again, but I just thought of something I've been meaning to tell you guys about.

See, when I got mail at school, it was way easy, right? I just made sure I hit the mailbox more often, and opened shit when I was alone! Now that I'm home it's kind of hilarious. Yes mom, I did get a birthday card. No, not for my birthday, for Patrick Stump's. And absolutely, I just received a balding plush doll. I fail to understand your confusion? No, I don't know why a poster has no return address. Or is addressed with ransom letters. I'm not a terrorist. I promise I'd be sneakier about it. Probably.

But the other day, was like, seriously the most ridic. My mom yells down to my floor that I have mail! And like a dummy, I totally open it right there, and pull out a plastic donut.

Mom: ...Is that it?

Me: No. There's a note. It's from Katarin.

Mom: ...She sent you a donut.

Me: *holds it up* It has a W on it.

My poor mother. The reason why I am so great at avoiding people is because I'm actually terrible at lying when I'm asked a direct question, so she only ever knows a roundabout version of what I'm doing at any given time. Like the time I told her I was going to a movie! And didn't mention the movie happened to be in the historic town of Wayne, Pennsylvania. Whatever. It's fine. If one of y'all ever snapped and lured me into an trap, you'd have like a week before my mother worried.


OH OH OH OH WAIT, BEFORE I END THIS, I HAVE TO TELL YOU WHAT I FRANTICALLY TEXTED MARKSY ABOUT THIS MORNING. There was a fellow on a treadmill in a Dolphins jersey, basketball shorts and A JEAN VEST. WITH POCKETS.

Why am I in no position of military authority? :(

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