Monday, September 25, 2006
i think my mom thinks i'm hot
why else would she follow me around the house in the morning when i'm getting dressed or getting out of the shower? it does not matter what she is doing, as soon as i turn off the shower, she comes. and she just stands there, talking about some ol bulls**t. "you know miss peggie feeds the possums (yes, the environment is going to hell -- we have possums in west philly,) that's why i have to put the trash cans in the garage..." I DON'T GIVE A SH**! ITS 8AM! WTF MAN! so in my nicest voice i say, "um, i'm getting out now." she says "oh." like she's disapointed. when i get out of the shower, I think its clear, i've heard to bathroom door close BUT there she is lurking in the hallway like a perv. soggy towel half wrapped around me, i rush by her, while she continues with her possum/miss peggie story. i get half ready, and head down to the basement cause most of my clothes are there. here she comes. she's off the urban posums, but now she's talking about matt and ann. i don't know matt and ann, never been on the today show, hope to work for the today show one day, but right now i'm trying to move my a** cause it's 9:15am and i'm supposed to be at work by 9. she follows me downstairs, and while i'm trying to look for good panties, she's staring at me talking! WHY? I don't even respond back. i grunt. so it's not the conversation that she craves. it's has to be my body. the only conclusion that i can come up with is she must think i'm hot. when i'm finally dressed, she turns her head, mumbles something about me being late, and starts ironing........
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