If you don't see me online tomorrow, it's because I've died of mortification.
Ok, wow. I think I had the most mortifying moment of my life and I think I’m just going to go die now.
I really need to update my buddy list.
So someone IM’s me, and I’m like, “Who is this?” And they’re like, “Mark.” So I’m thinking, ‘Oh, Mark Miranda. [a friend of mine] I guess he changed his screename or something.’ And so we start talking, and it turns to the subject of drinking. And pretty soon, I’m reeling off nearly every one of my binge drinking escapades, including my first driving lesson, my first kiss, my [limited] sexual experiences, and I’m not even going to elaborate on this next one because minors may be reading this right now. Anyway, so he’s like, “Mary and Reese say hi.” And I’m like, ‘Oh, Mary, [his girlfriend] hey.’ And we keep talking, and then he’s like, “Parker is starting his first driving lesson soon.” And I’m like, “Parker?” [My sort of cousin.] "How do you know him?"
And then it coems to me. “Oh my dear god… this isn’t Mark Miranda, is it?” And he’s like, “Hah, noo.”
It was my aunt’s fiancée. My Aunt Mary’s fiancée, who I just met about a month ago, who happens to have two kids, who happens to not be the person I thought I was talking to. Yes, he now knows ... I'm not even going to go into it. I'm not even going to go into it.
…
I wonder if my father owns any guns.
In other news, today sucked. I hate sewing so much, I don't even want to -write- about it.
However, I'd like to thank you for the comment on the last entry. I really needed it, I really did and it means a lot to me, you don't even know how much it helped me get through today. <3
You know who you are.
I really need to update my buddy list.
So someone IM’s me, and I’m like, “Who is this?” And they’re like, “Mark.” So I’m thinking, ‘Oh, Mark Miranda. [a friend of mine] I guess he changed his screename or something.’ And so we start talking, and it turns to the subject of drinking. And pretty soon, I’m reeling off nearly every one of my binge drinking escapades, including my first driving lesson, my first kiss, my [limited] sexual experiences, and I’m not even going to elaborate on this next one because minors may be reading this right now. Anyway, so he’s like, “Mary and Reese say hi.” And I’m like, ‘Oh, Mary, [his girlfriend] hey.’ And we keep talking, and then he’s like, “Parker is starting his first driving lesson soon.” And I’m like, “Parker?” [My sort of cousin.] "How do you know him?"
And then it coems to me. “Oh my dear god… this isn’t Mark Miranda, is it?” And he’s like, “Hah, noo.”
It was my aunt’s fiancée. My Aunt Mary’s fiancée, who I just met about a month ago, who happens to have two kids, who happens to not be the person I thought I was talking to. Yes, he now knows ... I'm not even going to go into it. I'm not even going to go into it.
…
I wonder if my father owns any guns.
In other news, today sucked. I hate sewing so much, I don't even want to -write- about it.
However, I'd like to thank you for the comment on the last entry. I really needed it, I really did and it means a lot to me, you don't even know how much it helped me get through today. <3
You know who you are.