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I go crazy at night, see?


Alright, it's now 1:27pm. I eventually fell asleep at 5:30 and woke up at 9:00am. I'm one tired girl.
Do you ever get fucking tired of people calling you reminding you of things you HAVE to do, that you never did actually say you'd do? That is my day today, and lord almighty is it frustrating. I just want to spend the day sleeping and vegging, which, I'm entirely aware of, is what I've been doing for the past month. Bah.

My dad and my "insta-family" as I have dubbed them arrive in Vancouver on Thursday. I think I'm going to be shaking in my booties nervous all day, poor filmMe will be having coffee with me that day. I can just forsee myself spilling something hot all over my shirt or chainsmoking because I'm so nervous.

So..if you were in my position, in which order would you tell your very strict Indian father:

-I'm about to get engaged
-I'm about to take my clothes off for money and internet glory*
-I had a party at your house while you were gone and semi-ruined your deck
-I started smoking again, which explains why your deck is ruined
-I'm back on the pill
-I'm moving to the UK possibly in the next two years.
-I'm considering quitting my transcription program, taking the money and fucking around all over the world.

Now, none of those really look like a fun thing to tell him..maybe I won't. Oooh the power of denial.
Have yourselves a good day, and while you're at it, tell me the worst lie you ever told your parents.

*I know there's really no internet fame and glory