January 2012
December 2011
Finally changed my number.
No more texts from people I don’t want. No more countless calls and texts asking if I’m some guy named Ryan Emely/Emery. Ah, feels good.
My mom and I fighting
Mom: Everyone is just a being, an entity.
Me: A being?
Mom: Yeah, a being.
Me: A being or a bean?
Mom: Being, like yourself.
Me: It sounds like you're saying bean.
Mom: Bean Being, no I'm saying being.
Me: Bean..bean. It's pronounced be-ing. Not bing.
Mom: Be-ing. I'm saying it right.
Me: No, I was getting confused, I was like "why the hell are you saying bean."
Mom: No I just had some macaroni on the top of my mouth. Being.
Me: Such a liar.
