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Make Your Daddy Talk.
16 years ago
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Sorry about the title, it's an inside joke that none of you would get.
So, do you want to hear about my day? You're reading my journal, of course you do. Well, it was a fun day. I decided to ignore the fact that it was freezing as hell and pouring out, and threw on my thin Naruto hoodie and headed out o Long Island. I hung out with Tina for a bit, watched football with her and her dad, then went bowling with Tina and her downstairs neighbor. He's this little kid, really nice and obedient, just the way I like my children. Anywho, we went bowling, and the unthinkable happened: I won a game. I won a game of bowling. I somehow managed to get three strikes in, two in a row. After that, we randomly decided to get some ice cream and chocolate whipped cream, and just pig out. All in all, a great day.
Of course, for me, every great day has a crappy ending. In other words, that means I have to come home at some point. Home, to where I get no respect, no privacy, no free time, and no say in what goes on around me. Well, my mom is cool, but my dad... asshole of the century. He decided to take all of my Broadway shirts and throw them out, just because he didn't like the way they looked on me. He never once considered that I could lose weight, or that they weren't just shirts. Really, they weren't. They weren't mere items of clothing, they were proof that I went to see my fellow actors in their element, performing incredible songs and giving the audience their money's worth. They were keepsakes, to remind me of those amazing days, and I can't buy that back. Most of the shows I have shirts from are no longer on Broadway, and even if they were, it wouldn't be the same. I would have to pay to see the whole show again and create a whole new memory. I know, I sound like a drama queen, but he IS an asshole for doing that, and it isn't the first time my privacy has been thus invaded.
In other news, I've started yet another Dawson's Creek marathon. But with all my college responsibilities and having to visit Tina frequently, I expect one season to take about a month. Not cool... even though I know what happens already.
I suppose that's it for now. So long. And remember, protect your ass from the evil Dr. Rabbit at least twice a day.
So, do you want to hear about my day? You're reading my journal, of course you do. Well, it was a fun day. I decided to ignore the fact that it was freezing as hell and pouring out, and threw on my thin Naruto hoodie and headed out o Long Island. I hung out with Tina for a bit, watched football with her and her dad, then went bowling with Tina and her downstairs neighbor. He's this little kid, really nice and obedient, just the way I like my children. Anywho, we went bowling, and the unthinkable happened: I won a game. I won a game of bowling. I somehow managed to get three strikes in, two in a row. After that, we randomly decided to get some ice cream and chocolate whipped cream, and just pig out. All in all, a great day.
Of course, for me, every great day has a crappy ending. In other words, that means I have to come home at some point. Home, to where I get no respect, no privacy, no free time, and no say in what goes on around me. Well, my mom is cool, but my dad... asshole of the century. He decided to take all of my Broadway shirts and throw them out, just because he didn't like the way they looked on me. He never once considered that I could lose weight, or that they weren't just shirts. Really, they weren't. They weren't mere items of clothing, they were proof that I went to see my fellow actors in their element, performing incredible songs and giving the audience their money's worth. They were keepsakes, to remind me of those amazing days, and I can't buy that back. Most of the shows I have shirts from are no longer on Broadway, and even if they were, it wouldn't be the same. I would have to pay to see the whole show again and create a whole new memory. I know, I sound like a drama queen, but he IS an asshole for doing that, and it isn't the first time my privacy has been thus invaded.
In other news, I've started yet another Dawson's Creek marathon. But with all my college responsibilities and having to visit Tina frequently, I expect one season to take about a month. Not cool... even though I know what happens already.
I suppose that's it for now. So long. And remember, protect your ass from the evil Dr. Rabbit at least twice a day.
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Also, pigging out on ice cream HUZZAH!
Of course, now I'm just pigging out on chicken.
... not just one color