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I give a lot of information about myself here, but I'm supposed to remain anonymous. I figure none of you care enough to go to great lengths to figure out who I actually am. I'm at a boarding school. I think in an idealised fashion. Like most people my age, I've decided I'm more fucked up than I actually am. I like texts at midnight but I like getting letters more. I'm more intelligent than I appear on this blog, but I don't try as hard as I need to. I like boys. Try not to expect too much from me, I'm also a total flake.
Showing posts with label Father. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Father. Show all posts

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Mother's Day? I THINK NOT!

It's Bash Taffy Day!


Ah, so for some reason I hate going out to eat with my father. Maybe it's because he always comments about my eating habits. Perhaps, it has to do with the fact that we don't ever really have anything to talk about and I snap at him, which makes me feel bad. No, I'm pretty sure it has to do with his ability to make me cry at least 20% of the times we go out.
Yes, in public.
And he never apologises.

Today, it went like this.
squeezes my arm and makes a face.
"tsk."
looks over at my mother.
if she's not there, skip to the next part.
"You need to work out more."
points at stomach.

I love it.

And turns out I have a reputation.
I know I'm already a self proclaimed slut, but it's a little different when someone else calls you one...

Apparently, Julie was on the phone with Manny and his friend Wesley (not the same one from our school).

Wes: So wait, is Aubrey a slut?
Manny& Julie: NO!
Manny: But you know who is?
Julie: Who, Manny?
Manny: Taffy is.
Julie: No she isn't.
Manny: What about all that stuff she did with Gage?
Julie: Gage and Taffy have their own special relationship.
Manny: Suuure.
Julie: Taffy is not a slut.
Manny: Okay.


Ugh.
Thank Gage I'm going to boarding school.
Manny, you just lost your right to touch me.