It's been a very long week.
"TODAY IS NOT THE DAY FOR DEATH WOMAN!"
^Mother tried to kill me.
"It was like an orgasm in my mouth. My tastebuds are quivering with pleasure."
^Mmm, the Melting Pot.
"Yeah, she could tap dance. That's like a seizure on shoes."
"LOOK! Big lips!" -Cousin
"That's not what we used to call them..." -Ash
"I play with my boobs at night. They're soft."
^This one explains itself.
So, Mom's bloggers, it's been quite the week. My boyfriend's psycho mom, tattoo, unhealthy obsessions with Michael Jackson and Eminem, and trying to find a way to survive this last quarter of junior year. But, in the coming week we have prom dress shopping with mom, two of CJ's lacrosse games, lunch with his SANE dad, and people who have an amazing ability to piss me off. Sounds promising. Right?
Bye bye butterfly.