I shhtill wuve you!

Surprise, surprise, turns out my step dad wasn't the reason behind my mother's fury, but I was. Since I didn't call her on Saturday to "check in," that must translate in her world as "I can come and go as I please, because I am 22." No really, that's what she said to me.

I was completely incapacitated to even consider checking in. Helllur, I was drunk, doing drunk-bar-hopping in my bare feet because me shoes were eating the very flesh off my feet. The last thing on my mind was picking up my phone, figuring out how to use the damn thing, and calling my mother.

Me: "High-low, musher. I are drinkshing a losht, no I are not! I are in a street right now filled wish buildings and drinks. I are drunk!"
(And eventually getting hit by a car because I am paying more attention to my phone and forming complete sentences than the cars that are driving by as I jay walk across the street.)

I try to stay away from drunk dialing. For such reasons like this:

P.S. Though, I do believe I can come and go as I please because I am 22. I just don't directly do as so, but very subtly for my mother's sake and my own sanity. (See, this is why I need to move out.)

Posted on May 19, 2008 8:05 PM | Permalink
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