my mom thinks im some kinda weakling or something. she wont let me carry the groceries. she always says 'no, very heavy.' oh YEAH, like she's queen of the Amazons. like, okaaay so i dont get gold with honours for my freaking NAPFA or even a goddamned A for bloody IPU, but i highly doubt that i will be pinned under a tiny, hardly significant bag of groceries while attempting to lift it. you dont need bulging biceps and washboard abs to carry GROCERIES, for gods sake. oh, speaking of washboard abs, that reminds me! there's manhunt on wednesday i think. haha. im so gonna watch it =p hmmmmm............................................. went out with him again yesterday. =) it was cool. due to my limited vocabulary, i dont wish to elaborate. heh. but it was RAINING. no, i did not share an umbrella with him, like what u see in the movies.it kinda stopped when i got there. heh. like, hellllllo? could the clouds have chosen a more inappropriate time to release their contents? i hate carrying an umbrella, but i couldnt very well have trudged unsheltered in the pouring rain, could i? well, i COULD. then i could tell him its cuz i swam there through the sewer. im always late! WHY am i always late? maybe it runs in the family, so i cant be blamed =D but NO. my mom's punctual. she's SUPER punctual. oh whatever. FASHIONABLY late has a nicer ring to it.
