5 dollar barf-long

Just returned from taking my 14 y.o. half-bro shoppping. Since when do you get proms in the 8th grade? Whatever, man. I didn’t even go to prom, so whatever. coughlosercough. ha ha! I’m taking him tomorrow to get some shoes. If he starts bitching about pants, I’m just going to remind him that I had a nice pair all picked out, would have looked nice with either of the shirts we bought, but noooo, I don’t need pants I’m cool. :) I should have just bought them anyway, oh well. I didn’t want to turn into my mother and start screaming about how “WE’RE BUYING THESE DAMN PANTS AND YOU’RE GONNA FRIGGIN’ WEAR ‘EM!”

No, no… we’ll have no turning into of the mother, ha ha ha! NO. I’m serious you guys. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go rue eating this McDonald’s and whine about feeling old. (Damn teenage boys and their crazy-ass teenage boy metabolism, eating their damn double quarter-pounders.) :P