We all get things in our teeth. We all get boogers. We all have boobies. Just don’t have pictures of your OWN things as in food in teeth, boogers in nose or YOUR boobies on YOUR phone. OH, and NEVER, ever, leave your phone with a group of teenagers without a password on it.
When Did I Lose Faith in Myself?
We would be instant chums. She would tell me she appreciates my brass ba!!s when it comes to what I want to post and yet understands why I spell inappropriate words with symbols. She would give me the inside scoop on how things really work and tell me plainly what I am doing wrong and how I can improve. She would share my fondness of vodka and love of desserts. She would tell me there is a place for me and that I am not like everyone else that calls herself a blogger. She would offer me a cigar.
“That is Because Their Parents Don’t Love Them.”
“Well, Mrs East must REALLY want to get rid of Caleb because they put a flatscreen on his wall and hooked up an XBOX.” -Peter
The Trouble With Trends
The trouble with trends is they come back. They are cyclical. A swing of a pendulum and we go from neons to pastels and from pointy high heels to round toe ballet shoes.
The Father I Used to Have (and Sea Monkeys)
I finally am able to inhale enough to exhale a sentence from my hypervenhilating…
“YOU DRANK MY PET SEA MONKEYS!”
His face.
My God…his face.
His eyes were huge and his head led his body into the kitchen sink.
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