My mom said I was old fashioned. Yea I don't have a microwave or a TV and I brew my tea in a pot on the stove, but that hardly makes me old fashioned, right??
Right now I'm enjoying some "me" time after the 10 days with Patrick's parents and week with mine. I definitely had a great time with both sets of parents, but it is tiring always worrying about someone other than yourself. Damn, that must be how it feels to have a kid. I was worrying about the temp of the house and if we had enough food (we didn't bc we're poor), if there was enough to do, if my rents ate so they didn't pass out in public, etc. etc. Mom got us housewarming outside chairs which are fabulous and I've already fallen asleep in them on the porch.
Oh shit I just burned Pat's Coffee Carafe. Shit the house smells like burnt ass rubber and I have to go buy a new one. Damn. Ok I need a microwave. Karma/ Destiny/ Fate whatever it is I'm getting me one.
Shit.
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