Sunday, April 26, 2009

oh

Having a panic attack 1 hour into your move back home is normal right? Even after your mom tells you she failed in raising you? okay good. I think we're off to a good start.

Tomorrow will blow my mind.

I'm "covering" for my brother right now. he just left with some friend to buy him cigs. oh to be 18...I mean he, went to our neighbor's to let him borrow a book. And walked. Yeah that's where Macky is...fuck. I'm not used to covering for Mimi when she leaves the house super stealth style. At ten fucking thirty. K I got this.

My daddy is the greatest man alive. I love him for driving to get all my shit twice, and buying me Silvergreens, twice. Then tolerating my panic attacks due to the 'love of his life.'
In sickness and in health. You're the best daddy.

Meghan, you know when you're here you won't be drinking because of your diabetes. You need to dry out.
Okay "Mom", I will if you do.

My stuff is pretty much all moved in, my dad had my room all set up for me, but I'm trying to get various stains out of my sheets due to last Saturday and nothing will dry. So I am waiting...but anyways I got this egg bookshelf for all my shit. And my room, or the room I will be staying in, still has all my brother's posters in it. I am not a tom boy. I would rather have a huge ass chili cheese fries poster and a milkshake hanging there. Oh well, I love Mack so I dgaf.

I have finally realized how freakishly obsessed I am with my dog. Whatever. He keeps me sane. He is a person. My BFF. Who doesn't leave my side. lil slug<3

I wanna go home. I cried.

©mimi chugaforty

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