Forbidden Thing #2: Hating me for not being able to respond to your post(s) last night. A friend of mine, whom I haven't had anything to do with since GHP, decided to get all sentimental on me, and have "boy talk" over facebook. Too bad it was a one-sided conversation. When she asked if I had any in my life, I just internet laughed, a bit of an awkward "lawl" and changed the subject. To school. Because no one ever gets bored with that, right?
Okay, ironies upon all ironies, the second I started this, a friend from middle school decided to ask if I'd gone to the Harrison game Friday. Damn. I am just Mrs. Facebook Popularity. Or maybe it's just that I'm always online, so I'm their only choice for discussion. I'm betting on that beta fish.
So, Mother Nature has been knocking on both my door and my lower back for the past week or so, and it scared me because I was like, "Punctuation mark? Naw. Naw, that motha fucka too early." And then this morning, I woke up, with the worst cramps I've ever had in my life. I laid in bed for the next three hours, because I was hurtin. I didn't want to move. I couldn't move. I never have cramps, Fiona. Like, never. It's something I pride myself on. Megan gets the worst cramps in existence, and up until now, I've been able to laugh. Now, I cry for her pain. As well as my own.
God, Mother Nature, why you gotta do me like that? Oh, I see how it is. Keep your enemies-- keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer. Damn, Mother Nature. You like my best enemy.
I love chicken. So much. Mi madre is baking some good shit this... mid-afternoon. I'm excited. Chicken my favorite meal. Must be an American thing.
Weird, though. I hate apple pie.
