Conniving...

Such a fun word.

In fact, conniving is a word I tend to use to describe myself. That's beside the point.

So, last night didn't happen. Jake didn't have money. His friend didn't want to drive. Pfft.
Instead, while my parents are out buying things from yard sales that we have no need for, he's coming over (eventually >.>). Imagine the rest.
Dad's calling me when they start heading home, because I'm surprising mom by cleaning the house for mothers day. Wish me luck.

In short, if all goes accordingly, it will all be more experience under my belt.
Does that phrase even make sense?


Now, my lovelies....
Cyanide and Happiness: 1650
Interesting...

Ummm...
I probably won't be posting tomorrow,
so here's the PostSecret link. It updates around midnight. So...

Happy Mothers Day....early.
much love.


Counting down,
make that sound
and you know it makes no sense.
Counting down,
till you mess around,
and I know you can't ever change.