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So this is a story all about how my life got flipped turned up side down....
Did anyone used to watch that show (Fresh Prince of Bell Air), I used to love it
This is a continuation of the weekend from hell, minus of course barb's xmas party that we had at my house, which was fun. So I woke up on saturday and everyone that slept over was out of the house by 1130. I showered and decided to go clean up, until Craig Monroe called. I decided to go to the movies with him (he's really not that bad of a guy, a little annoying sometimes, but then again, I can be too) I kinda feel bad for him because he has a bad reputation and I've known him for a while. Regardless, I accepted and we decided to go and see Blade Trinity. I called my mom and told her my plans and that I would be home around 7. However, I remembered at the last minute that I had pre-paid movie tickets at my mothers house and decided to swing by there before the movie. I opened up my garage door and approached the door that leads from my garage into my house only to find that it was locked. Instinctively I knocked on it not thinking. Suddenly it seemed rather strange that the door should be locked when my mother was home and her and her bf were inside. Hmmmm, I decided that I'd rather not have a confrontation with her if the door were locked for a good reason, so I reached for the key to open the door. That key, nor the spare key for that door, both of which are never missing, weren't there.
Now, does everyone know that panick button that flashes in their head when something bad is about to happen. Yeah....mine was going three million miles an hour. As I processed the information in my head the door opened and my mother stood before me with a bath robe around her, not tied, just thrown on, but she was covered. "well", she said "I guess I can't weasel my way out of this one" I nearly puked...I ran inside grabbed the tickets and ran out.
It gets better. She sat me down later that evening. She told me that she wished I had met Bob, her new bf, before something like that had to happen, but that he really liked her and that she really liked him adn that she thinks that she wants to spend the rest of her life with him. However, he is in the process of getting a separation, which is thus where the previous entry's question came from because I honestly don't know how I felt about it.
and it gets better still...
She sat me down later still and was like...now your father and I don't agree with what I'm about to do, but I think its the right move. She then proceeded to hand me a box of trojan condoms and lubricant, not Ky, but some immitation brand that says, "comparable to ky jelly" right on the box. She told me that she would rather have me never use them than get in a situation and not have them available and make a wrong decision.
So that's my horrid story..
On a side note...does anyone ever feel cool? I've had the strangest sensation lately that I get when I'm driving around that I am "cool." It comes when I don't really have anywhere to go, and I'm in a good mood, blasting my music far too loudly and just happy with life in general. Yay for an improving self-image?
Did anyone used to watch that show (Fresh Prince of Bell Air), I used to love it
This is a continuation of the weekend from hell, minus of course barb's xmas party that we had at my house, which was fun. So I woke up on saturday and everyone that slept over was out of the house by 1130. I showered and decided to go clean up, until Craig Monroe called. I decided to go to the movies with him (he's really not that bad of a guy, a little annoying sometimes, but then again, I can be too) I kinda feel bad for him because he has a bad reputation and I've known him for a while. Regardless, I accepted and we decided to go and see Blade Trinity. I called my mom and told her my plans and that I would be home around 7. However, I remembered at the last minute that I had pre-paid movie tickets at my mothers house and decided to swing by there before the movie. I opened up my garage door and approached the door that leads from my garage into my house only to find that it was locked. Instinctively I knocked on it not thinking. Suddenly it seemed rather strange that the door should be locked when my mother was home and her and her bf were inside. Hmmmm, I decided that I'd rather not have a confrontation with her if the door were locked for a good reason, so I reached for the key to open the door. That key, nor the spare key for that door, both of which are never missing, weren't there.
Now, does everyone know that panick button that flashes in their head when something bad is about to happen. Yeah....mine was going three million miles an hour. As I processed the information in my head the door opened and my mother stood before me with a bath robe around her, not tied, just thrown on, but she was covered. "well", she said "I guess I can't weasel my way out of this one" I nearly puked...I ran inside grabbed the tickets and ran out.
It gets better. She sat me down later that evening. She told me that she wished I had met Bob, her new bf, before something like that had to happen, but that he really liked her and that she really liked him adn that she thinks that she wants to spend the rest of her life with him. However, he is in the process of getting a separation, which is thus where the previous entry's question came from because I honestly don't know how I felt about it.
and it gets better still...
She sat me down later still and was like...now your father and I don't agree with what I'm about to do, but I think its the right move. She then proceeded to hand me a box of trojan condoms and lubricant, not Ky, but some immitation brand that says, "comparable to ky jelly" right on the box. She told me that she would rather have me never use them than get in a situation and not have them available and make a wrong decision.
So that's my horrid story..
On a side note...does anyone ever feel cool? I've had the strangest sensation lately that I get when I'm driving around that I am "cool." It comes when I don't really have anywhere to go, and I'm in a good mood, blasting my music far too loudly and just happy with life in general. Yay for an improving self-image?