Klaus is so sweet and cute like he just wants his family to love him
I genuinely wonder what the future has in store for me. Teaching may be a temporary fix but it feels like settling and I refuse to settle. I’m convinced the world has more in store for me. I mean it has to doesn’t it? Am I just going to be another young mom forced into a fate based on the cards I’ve been dealt always living from paycheck to paycheck without any promise? I miss my sister. But I refuse to apologize. I refuse to say anything at all. I’m not wrong for what happened. She is. I hate that I feel lonely at all. I should be perfectly content with my family of 3. But I still feel alone more than I should. What am I meant to be doing? What what what… the only thing that ever stuck to me in life was the fact that it ends and I can’t leave Peyton with nothing. Live now. She will grow up and be in the same position I’m in now if I don’t change things for her. I need things to be better for her than they ever were for me. I have to believe they will be. My sweet P should always be set. That’s all I want for her. If only I knew what to do with myself….
did I ever tell you guys how I lost the most overtly religious friend I’ve ever had because she insisted I was hellbound over a pair of jeans
apparently not by your reactions SO let’s talk about emily
emily was catholic and found it really, really important that you knew that
she was discrete for the most part (sign of the cross before meals and blushing when the lord’s name was said in vain sorts of things) but she had a habit of berating people for politely declining her invitations to her church services and was sort of a pain in the ass about it at times but that’s beside the point
we were friends for about two and a half years
and then she borrowed a pair of my jeans.
now these jeans
were not just any pair of jeans
they were lucky brand jeans and the nicest jeans I owned at the time, but I was always cool with letting people borrow things when they really needed them
so this fateful day rolls around and emily is freaking out because she tore her skirt (as in straight up the back, mortifyingly torn) while we were out for coffee waiting for her other friend to pick her up because she was going on a weekend trip with this other friend’s (even more religious) family and her only other option was a pair of starchy pants that would absolutely suck to sit comfortably in for a five hour drive
so I do what any good friend would do and give her the extra pair of jeans I have in my car
which are my luckys
now I didn’t think anything of it and just assumed I’d done a great service here right
but flash forward three days
and she comes back
and doesn’t say
anything
just hands me the jeans
pivots
and walks away
so naturally I’m like??????????
so she proceeds to send me a text the next day saying that I made her look horrible to her friend’s mom because she nicely offered to wash the jeans before returning them and that’s right around the time I remember that Lucky brand jeans have a lovely little note on the fly
they look like this
and then you unzip them and
so that’s the story of how my catholic friend stopped talking to me because I accidentally tainted her social life with my subtle sexual vicious trollop jeans
That is both terrible, and absolutely fucking hilarious
