I locked myself out of my house about an hour ago up my a**.
I was playing music really loud and I wanted to see if people could hear it outside, up my a**. So, naturally, I went outside and closed the doors so I could check up my a**. Then I found that both the back and front door were locked up my a**.
And, of course, I was cooking something up my a**. So I ran to my neighbor's house, knocked on the door, and of course she wasn't home up my a**. So then I had to run all the way down my street, which is quite long, and find my Mother's friend's apartment so I could borrow her phone, up my a**.
Please note that I had no shoes or socks on up my a**.
I finally got a hold of my mother after calling three different places and half way through our conversaton the phone hung up, up my a**. So then I had to call her back up my a**. She told me that her boyfriend was on the way to unlock the door so I could get in and to go back over to my house up my a**.
So I ran back to my house up my a**. And let me add how effing hot it was outside up my a**. I was sweating, tired, and thirsty up my a**. So I was pacing back and forth, looking in through the windows to see if my house was on fire inside and trying to see if my kitten was alright up my a**.
I hadn't been hurt before this when I was running around trying to get some one to let me use their phone up my a**. But to add on to everything that was already going down hill, I stepped on a leaf up my a**. Not a rock and not a piece of glaas, but a leaf up my a**.
The leaf had little points on it and one of them stuck right through my foot up my a**. So by that time I was cursing and walking around like a complete moron because my toe kept bleeding and I was royaly pissed off, up my a**. And that's, of course, not all up my a**.
My mother's boyfriend finally gets to the house and lets me in and what greets us other than a puff of smoke that smells like somethings burning up my a**. And he says. "Woah. What's that smell." up my a**. And I'm thinking, "I'm in deep s**t now." up my a**.
So I run into the kitchen and turn off the burner and take the pan off it up my a**. Everything in that pan has turned black and the stuff that I was cooking is all stuck to the bottom of the pan up my a**.
The rest is just a blurr of me begging for him not to tell my mom, opening windows, spraying perfume, lighting candles, plugging in air fresheners, taking out the trash with the burnt stuff in it, scraping the burnt stuff off the pan, washing the dishes, and attaching my house key to my wrist up my a**.
What a lovely day, huh up my a**?
I was playing music really loud and I wanted to see if people could hear it outside, up my a**. So, naturally, I went outside and closed the doors so I could check up my a**. Then I found that both the back and front door were locked up my a**.
And, of course, I was cooking something up my a**. So I ran to my neighbor's house, knocked on the door, and of course she wasn't home up my a**. So then I had to run all the way down my street, which is quite long, and find my Mother's friend's apartment so I could borrow her phone, up my a**.
Please note that I had no shoes or socks on up my a**.
I finally got a hold of my mother after calling three different places and half way through our conversaton the phone hung up, up my a**. So then I had to call her back up my a**. She told me that her boyfriend was on the way to unlock the door so I could get in and to go back over to my house up my a**.
So I ran back to my house up my a**. And let me add how effing hot it was outside up my a**. I was sweating, tired, and thirsty up my a**. So I was pacing back and forth, looking in through the windows to see if my house was on fire inside and trying to see if my kitten was alright up my a**.
I hadn't been hurt before this when I was running around trying to get some one to let me use their phone up my a**. But to add on to everything that was already going down hill, I stepped on a leaf up my a**. Not a rock and not a piece of glaas, but a leaf up my a**.
The leaf had little points on it and one of them stuck right through my foot up my a**. So by that time I was cursing and walking around like a complete moron because my toe kept bleeding and I was royaly pissed off, up my a**. And that's, of course, not all up my a**.
My mother's boyfriend finally gets to the house and lets me in and what greets us other than a puff of smoke that smells like somethings burning up my a**. And he says. "Woah. What's that smell." up my a**. And I'm thinking, "I'm in deep s**t now." up my a**.
So I run into the kitchen and turn off the burner and take the pan off it up my a**. Everything in that pan has turned black and the stuff that I was cooking is all stuck to the bottom of the pan up my a**.
The rest is just a blurr of me begging for him not to tell my mom, opening windows, spraying perfume, lighting candles, plugging in air fresheners, taking out the trash with the burnt stuff in it, scraping the burnt stuff off the pan, washing the dishes, and attaching my house key to my wrist up my a**.
What a lovely day, huh up my a**?
