Getting Hit On

[After Mom and I came back from Tom’s Drive In]

Me: “Guess what dad?! I just got hit on by a guy I used to go to middle school with!”

Dad: “I don’t know if I want to hear this and you probably shouldn’t be this excited…”

Me: “No, you’re missing the point! I got hit on by a guy that I knew for a fact wasn’t in his 30s, or 40s, or 50s, or 60s! That makes it not creepy!”

[Dad blushes]

Me: “Oh, Dad; I’m sure you don’t flirt or hit on people less than a third your age.”

Dad: “Okay. Yes.”

[Mom walks past]

Mom: “You better not be hitting on anyone.”

Changing Things Up

I’ve realized that things said on this blog are taken out of context a lot; which to a lot of degree sucks.

I thought about it for a while, for I truly don’t want to quite this blog and came up with an idea:

I’m going to post quotes, conversations, and actions that have happened in my life or someone else’s lives, and occasionally make some up for shits and giggles. Not to special right?
*wrong*!
Everything single post in this series is aimed to be taken out of context and not necessarily make sense.

I was inspired by an Ani Difranco lyric from the song Fire Door:

“So why do I feel like something that’s been rearranged?
You know, taken out of context I must seem so strange…"

So go ahead, do it… I’m giving you things out of context to sound strange and more screwed up then I really am. Go on, judge me; I’m giving you the opportunity!