my summer bullshit.

next time.

12:00am/ June 29 / 2014

So , I'm stuck here on the floor watching "will and grace" with my mom and brother.

We got our canes, so that was a plus.

But I was terribly bored and shit. And for some reason, this show wasn't entertaining me at all.

So I stuffed the chicken fingers down my throat and ran for my room.

But, just as I was near a great escape, my mom starts laughing and yells "don't go, come see what I just posted on Facebook" , which quickly spiraled into a fake laughing and forced smile session.

You should know, I hate the word "session" with a passion , and my mom did this to me last summer when she bust into my room at 12:00am every morning saying

"Let's have a late night hardcore squat session"

If I ruined that word for you, I'm so sorry.

Anyway eventually I squiggled away and, instead of my room , I locked myself in the bathroom with a book called "flowers for algernon"

I'm not a nerd, my phone was dead.

She called me to come see another "funny" picture , but I just yelled

"IM ON THE CRAPPER"

So that's why she left me alone.

But I figured as long as I was in there I should probably take a nice shower,

So I covered my face in proactive and got into a hot shower.

Funny thing is, I never actually used my proactive before this and I figured that the fact that the top was crusted shut by old.... Stuff, that maybe I should give it a shot

Let's just say I didn't know I was actually lightskinned until I got out of that shower.

When I got out, like as soon as I got out, Isaiah called. I had to explain to him that I couldn't talk because I was naked, and when he asked why I was naked I responded with

"Air drying is life"

I know you people air dry too.

Anyway, that night we had taken our love life's up a notch

We facetimed

Don't worry I had on clothes by then.

We talked about all types of shit.

But then my bitch ass phone died.

So I put it on the charger and went into the living room, where my mom was, still browsing Facebook. As soon as I walked in, she just looked at me and said;

"Yaya come see what I made daddy for breakfast"

Before I continue, you should know, my nickname has been yaya since birth, it was nearly my real name.

And my mom does that gross thing where she calls my dad "daddy" *gags*

Anyway she was all hyped up because, until that morning , she'd never successfully made an omelette.

She made it for my dad and she was pretty much ready to throw an omelette introductory party.

I sat there with her until I heard my phone beep back to life with twitter notifications, then I sped back to my room like my ass was on fire.

The reason she was making my dad breakfast is so early was because he wakes up at 4:30 every day shift he has to go to work.

So I text Isaiah and let him know my dad was up and that I would call him in about an hour.