redhotswami
Blue Crack Addict
Jesus is stealing my (Mia) thunder!!
Friends of FYM, I'm having a crisis.
This year my birthday on the Christian Easter Celebration. I was planning on getting trashed, either in NYC or TO that weekend to party with my posse. Now, instead, I have to friggin spend MY birthday in friggin VA with my PARENTS who are not exactly party people. They said I have to be there with them for Easter.
Thankfully, they are at least paying for the ticket, otherwise there's no way I'll be going there. I asked Mom if she was going to take me out to get shitfaced, because that's the Mia Birthday Norm. Her response was less than enthusiastic and supportive.
I'm so mad! Jesus could have any weekend he wanted to, and this year HE CHOSE MINE! This problem happens to me ever few years, because I guess it goes according to moons or something. Anyway, I'm not even really sure I'm Christian anymore. So WHY do I have to sacrifice MY super spectacular weekend? And believe me, it is usually super spectacular.
Anyway, I'm mad. Instead of partying, now I have to sit there and watch my family eat gross meat things in front of me. I can down a bottle of wine to numb the pain, but where's the fun in drinking by yourself? (My parents don't drink.) I can perhaps see about spiking the ham with rum or something, so my parents get a nice surprise when they indulge in it's meatynastiness. I'm running low on ideas here.
We need to keep the Mia-THUNDER! alive!
Thoughts?
Friends of FYM, I'm having a crisis.
This year my birthday on the Christian Easter Celebration. I was planning on getting trashed, either in NYC or TO that weekend to party with my posse. Now, instead, I have to friggin spend MY birthday in friggin VA with my PARENTS who are not exactly party people. They said I have to be there with them for Easter.
Thankfully, they are at least paying for the ticket, otherwise there's no way I'll be going there. I asked Mom if she was going to take me out to get shitfaced, because that's the Mia Birthday Norm. Her response was less than enthusiastic and supportive.
I'm so mad! Jesus could have any weekend he wanted to, and this year HE CHOSE MINE! This problem happens to me ever few years, because I guess it goes according to moons or something. Anyway, I'm not even really sure I'm Christian anymore. So WHY do I have to sacrifice MY super spectacular weekend? And believe me, it is usually super spectacular.
Anyway, I'm mad. Instead of partying, now I have to sit there and watch my family eat gross meat things in front of me. I can down a bottle of wine to numb the pain, but where's the fun in drinking by yourself? (My parents don't drink.) I can perhaps see about spiking the ham with rum or something, so my parents get a nice surprise when they indulge in it's meatynastiness. I'm running low on ideas here.
We need to keep the Mia-THUNDER! alive!
Thoughts?