I'm at a moving-away party thing for people I haven't talked to in at least a year and I'm sitting on the grass with a bunch of guys my age and the only reason I'm sitting here is because the arms of the chair I was sitting on earlier weren't wide enough to balance a Diet Coke on. They don't talk to me. I don't care though, I'm not single anyway.
And my mom just came up to me suggesting food for me to eat even after I told her TWICE that I wasn't hungry, and she mentioned hot dogs. I DON'T WANT A DAMN HOT DOG WOMAN!
