If we are all Gods children, whats so fucking special about Jesus?
August 8th, 2007 @ 5:47 am

Ok..tonight was a night and a HALF lol.

What im about to say may make me sound psycho to some people..but…ill just state that me and my mothers relationship is damn near unparalleled in the mother/daughter world.

So..around about..8:30 or 9:00PM my mom called me to tell me she was going to bed and that I needed to e-mail my aunt and thank her for all the cool stuff she gave me, which I was meaning to do this morning before I went to bed but I was too focused on getting to sleep.

Anyhow..when I was finished emailing my aunt I decided to call my mom back and let her know that I emailed my aunt. My mom didnt answer the phone..which is strange because she ALWAYS answers my calls or calls right back. Like, immediately. Well.. I decided to call her again and prank call her..using a voice changer. I know, I know, lol. But she still didnt answer so I was like..hmm..ok. Weird. I waited for about 10 minutes and still no call back..so I called her again. No answer. I IMed my cousin and asked her to call so she did and she said there was no answer. We talked about how strange it was that my moms not answering her phone and so I just kept calling and calling. Finally I told my boyfriend that we need to drive over there and see if her cars there. I was starting to get worried.

So..we go outside..hop in the car and the car doesnt start. We are out of gas because my ignoramus boyfriend doesnt like to stop and get gas and runs it till the literal last drop. So I was like fuck it..lets walk..its just about a mile away anyway. So we got the gas can and started truckin. I told him we could knock on moms door and ask if we could use her car to drive to the gas station to get gas, lol. I was calling her the whole way there. We finally get there and I knocked on the door..no answer. I called again..no answer. I started to get really worried. I told Soda to go ahead and  take her car to the gas station and ill stay there and keep knocking. So I opened the door and it was chained shut..so through the chain I was yelling…MOMMA..MOMMA!!! And I noticed that Boog Boog (her cat) didnt even come to the door.  I walked around to the side and knocked on her sliding glass door thats in her bedroom and nothing.
By this time Soda had gotten back and he was really worried too. We wondered if we should call my aunt but if nothing was wrong I didnt want to freak her out.
So..I told Soda to knock on the front door real loud and I would knock on her sliding glass door real loud. Finally when I knocked on the sliding glass door here come Boog Boog. He just sat in the door and looked at me. I guess hed hear Soda knocking because hed turn around and look in the direction of the front door every couple seconds.

I kept saying.”Boog Boog..where is mama?” and thats when I saw the light from her cellphone floating and prancing around the room through the curtain. I yelled “MOMMA GO TO THE FRONT DOOR.” I just knew she was probably shitting herself right about then lmfao.
So..I explained the situation. Told her it started with a prank call and then we got worried. For some reason her cellphone ringer was off so she couldnt hear the calls.
She said I had called 26 times lmfao.
So..thank goodness…shes ok..and im a moron. But thats how it usually ends up hahahah.

I came home, took a nice warm bath..turned on a  super weird horror flick (cant remember the name of it now..) and Soda just made us a pizza. Life is good.

blah blah · late night · lol

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    Marie
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    August 8, 2007 at 5:44 pm

    That’s so funny that you say all this. I was just freaking out last night when my mom wouldn’t answer. She always answers or calls me back. I called her like 20 times, and then all of the sudden I remembered she had a graduation to go to. I just worry about her so much because if something were to ever happen to her I don’t know if I could go on with life.

    I’m glad everything was okay with your mom. Funny story.

    I prank call my mom too :P

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