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03.07.05 - 11:16 pm Can I get a "woot woot" up in this hizzouse? That's right, I want to hear your woot. WOOT WOOT! That's right. Now what might you be WOOT WOOT-ing, you may ask? For nothing, nothing at all. Doesn't it feel good to give a cheer just because? AHHHH I was to excited and motivated to write about THE MOST EMBARRASSING EXPERIENCE IN THE WORLD but then my flipping mom started to rant her usual whore rant. She's probably going to come out of her room in a few minutes and give me a hug and apologize and then try to get in the last word. That's always how it happens. Be lucky that you can have a conversation with your mother without yelling or crying because I don't know if I've had one of those in years. Maybe that time we went to the art museum...oh no, I always get mad at her for being faux-artsy. Tangent, but related. Anyway. I really want to write about the biggest Freudian slip I've ever had in my entire life, but it takes a lot of context that I don't feel like explaining because peeps will all be like "WHAT!?" and then I have to do more explaining....let's just say it has to do with life starting over today. Life had a good start, but then I embarrassed life pretty badly after that. There's always tomorrow. Speaking of which, that's in under an hour, so I'll catch you kids in the morning. Another day, another chance to refresh life.
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