Looks like I avoided a three week-ish invite to my parents' place. I've said it before but I really do love my parents, they just forget I have my own life. I'd rather go see them on my own terms. I am sad that I'll miss the family reunion, but I am not all that heartbroken. I'm more heartbroken about not getting to see my best friends and my godson. It's been far too long since I saw them. Though, I could do without the male-inspired drama I constantly have to hear.
Just found out somethings about the guy I met at pride (and I somehow became a pride couple with). My friend is so glad him and I didn't actually hook up as apparently he is super obsessive when it comes to girls, verging on crazy. Phew, glad that and our little messages afterwards are over.Labels: bad news bears, family |
