I like knives. I have knives. I have knives for cooking, knives for self defense/protection knives that sit and look pretty. Though I prefer it when my pretty knives are sharp.
I cant remeber birthdays most of the time. With a few execptions. But I'm getting better about it. I know most of my family's, and a few of my close friends, and unless theres a party, I dont really care when your birthday is.
I realize my friends and I have odd little habits when we actually get to hang out. We only hang on weekends becuase thats when Chad comes home from jobcorp. We're always out past Marks curfew and we always end the night at a Denny's. Being cheap and sharing $10 worth of food between 4 people. I'm the only girl besides Joe's girl friend and she cant be out past 8. I'm not a fan of ridiculously stict parental units. So Joe takes her home early we all say bye, and head back out. Water, wedge of lemon and free sugar packets, poor mans lemonade. It's was 3 out of 4 of us will order at Denny's. Then its off to build a grand slam with enough food for all of us, or some combo of value menu items, Denny's indeed has a value menu now...But we're poor all of us without jobs, living off small job paychecks which means $20 has to last 2 weeks and at least $10 will going to gas. Marks still in high school but on the last leg. I graduated with Joe. And Chad's at jobcorp finishing his high school credits and getting an education that will help him get a job. Chad's the oldest but we forget, he's incredibly odd, with a stange almost girl like laugh thats infectious. But thats why we love him. Joe is our big beaner, yeah he's a mexican but we call him a beaner, or yard worker. He doesnt care. He's a big teddy bear who rolls his own cigs, and has a speech impediment. We love him too. Marks secretly shy, and too nice for his own good, plus he acts gay to the point of his own discomfort and we love him for that. Then theres me...I'm the damn den mother, I take care of planning shit, making sure everyones sober when they go home, or has a ride and a place to stay. I'm also the bitch. I give everyone shit for everything. But I care about my friends. They are my chosen family. I stand up for and by them. And they, the same for me. Theres plans to live together, be roomies. But nothings for certain. It'd be fun, and funny as fuck. Me and the guys. Livin it up. Having way too much fun. Always ending the night at Denny's.
I cant remeber birthdays most of the time. With a few execptions. But I'm getting better about it. I know most of my family's, and a few of my close friends, and unless theres a party, I dont really care when your birthday is.
I realize my friends and I have odd little habits when we actually get to hang out. We only hang on weekends becuase thats when Chad comes home from jobcorp. We're always out past Marks curfew and we always end the night at a Denny's. Being cheap and sharing $10 worth of food between 4 people. I'm the only girl besides Joe's girl friend and she cant be out past 8. I'm not a fan of ridiculously stict parental units. So Joe takes her home early we all say bye, and head back out. Water, wedge of lemon and free sugar packets, poor mans lemonade. It's was 3 out of 4 of us will order at Denny's. Then its off to build a grand slam with enough food for all of us, or some combo of value menu items, Denny's indeed has a value menu now...But we're poor all of us without jobs, living off small job paychecks which means $20 has to last 2 weeks and at least $10 will going to gas. Marks still in high school but on the last leg. I graduated with Joe. And Chad's at jobcorp finishing his high school credits and getting an education that will help him get a job. Chad's the oldest but we forget, he's incredibly odd, with a stange almost girl like laugh thats infectious. But thats why we love him. Joe is our big beaner, yeah he's a mexican but we call him a beaner, or yard worker. He doesnt care. He's a big teddy bear who rolls his own cigs, and has a speech impediment. We love him too. Marks secretly shy, and too nice for his own good, plus he acts gay to the point of his own discomfort and we love him for that. Then theres me...I'm the damn den mother, I take care of planning shit, making sure everyones sober when they go home, or has a ride and a place to stay. I'm also the bitch. I give everyone shit for everything. But I care about my friends. They are my chosen family. I stand up for and by them. And they, the same for me. Theres plans to live together, be roomies. But nothings for certain. It'd be fun, and funny as fuck. Me and the guys. Livin it up. Having way too much fun. Always ending the night at Denny's.
