no, not actually referring to the forgotten charlize theron/kevin bacon kidnapping/hostage-taking fiasco of a movie that came out a few years ago. i'm referring to my current situation, since i am actively trapped inside my house. there's some strange whiney lady outside who is apparently a friend of my dad's and has been at the house for the past few hours. i really don't like talking to her and don't particularly want to have any contact with her at all, so i'm trapped in the house.
my mom is hilarious. she is also trapped. she has chosen to stay in the house with me rather than to go outside and smoke a cigarette. now THAT means something. my mother would rather fight her nicotine addiction than talk to this woman. this hereby proves the obnoxiousness of the aforementioned lady.
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a combination of love and agression.
3 comments:
I'm sorry that you're trapped.
Life is hard sometimes.
;)
I just wanted to say thanks for everything you do in the Young Womens music department. I'm glad you're there to keep thing in line. We would be one disorganized blob without you. And no one, no thing, should be an unorganized blob.
yay for organized blobs! :D
i thought your mom went to...thailand(?)?
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