It takes a week full of drama to realize that you’re bulletproof.
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Picture This. Crankily.
18 MayYou’re about to go to bed. The lights are out, you’re under the blanket and just about to close your eyes, awaiting entry into dream land. Life is good. Until you hear the creaking of your door.
A gargantuan figure walks in. Laptop in tow, conjuring the choicest scowls and abuse. Throw some fretting and frumping into the mix. Picture all possible entry into dream land denied. In the worst way possible. Along with some ranting about “internet” and “wi-fi”.
Five minutes and one simple fix later.
The gargantuan one finds you in her lair. Internet worthy laptop in tow. However the timing is all wrong. You just walked into a conversation between the mother of the gargantuan one and her. They were having a discussion that involved extremely talk-able topics like marriage, people, society and all that drama which apparently required your input. It wasn’t a conversation you were roped into, it was a crossfire.
Needless to say you never got to dream land. Or to sleep much. Which would explain why you’re here blogging about this. Crankily.
Now Listening To: Switchfoot – Awakening
Parents say the darnedest things…
15 AprA few days ago, the motherbot decided to call me at work. As usual i expected it to be something along the lines of, “You *peep* why the *peep* isn’t the *insert electronic device here* you *insert expletive of choice here*”. Fate however, had something else in store for me:
You know you’re a good kid. You’ve principles, honesty and take pride in doing the right thing.
My only reply was a muted “ok” as i tried to process all of that at one go. Needless to say i was stunned, shocked and slightly beaming a smile that might have lasted all day if she didn’t call me 10 minutes later to ask me:
So it shows on FaceBook that I replied to a message I never knew I received. Did you hack into my FaceBook account?
And people wonder why i’m a walking contradiction. The proof is in the genes. Which appear to have been passed down in generous, all-you-can-eat buffet styled quantities.
Now Listening To: Saliva – Broken Sunday
