So, it’s been a few days, and one thing I can tell you is that my parents are into my action like nobody’s beeswax. They are all over my sweet white potato-shaped personhood. Seriously. I let out a wail, and they jump. It’s awesome. But I still can’t order Domino’s. Soon, my friends. Soon. And then we’ll be awash in Cheesy Garlic Bread. I wonder where that desire comes from? Come to think of it, I could use a Sierra Nevada.
So, I’m crying like a … I don’t know, like a something. I don’t have words yet, give me a freakin’ break. Anyway, I’m giving it all I got. But does anyone seem concerned? Doesn’t look like it. I could have just gotten my wallet stolen, and everyone’s smiling at me like I’m an idiot. For Pete’s sake, what’s wrong with these people?
Born. Wow, that was gross. It’s bright in here. Hey, mom and dad. You sure you’re ready for this?