Currently obsessed with the song:

Remembering Sunday, By All Time Low, FT Juliet Simms

So firstly let me say sorry to all my readers out there, I've been busy with work, and getting sick twice within the past month, one that I'm still dealing with, and lets face it it's just not fun.

I should post more, but it's late and I'm hurting, so I'll leave you with this story from last night.

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WARNING THE FOLLOWING IS A TRUE STORY, BASED ON A SPOILED, EMOTIONALLY CHALENGED, AND CURRENTLY SUFFERING FROM A COLD, GAY MALE. READ WITH CAUTION!!!

"Mommy, I don't feel good. Can you buy me something to eat?" I ask in my sick baby voice that I pull off oh so well.

"What do you want?" She asks ignoring my whinny little voice.

"I don't know."

So the next 5 minutes was spent with us arguing about what I want to eat. She gets mad when I can't decide what I want so she hangs up. She calls me back about 10 minutes later.

"I'm dead!" I stated flatly.

"You're what?" She asks confused.

"I'm dead," I repeated.

"Why?"

"Because no one fed me," I know I know, I blame it on me being sick. Yeah that's what it was.

"Oh be quiet, did you decide what you want?"

"A mommy, who loves me and feeds me whenever I'm hungry, and doesn't care that I act stupid all the time and love me no matter how ugly I am?"

"MICHAEL!" She's not impressed, clearly.

"Subway?"

So we hang up again, and she calls me back when she gets to subway, so she's standing there and telling the lady behind the counter everything I'm telling her.

"What kind of sandwich do you want?" She asks me.

"Spicy Italian, 6 inch on wheat."

Her talking to the lady "He wants a ...." and so every time I told her what I wanted, cheese, toasted not toasted, mustard, etc she repeated to the lady. So when we were on the veggies I felt the need to ask something.

Me talking to my mom on the phone still:

"Oh and can you tell her to make a big smiley face on the sandwich because I'm sick and it would make me feel better?"

"He wants you too..." but then she stopped herself as it sunk in to her brain what I was asking. So back into the phone she went, "Wait," Insert Dramatic Pause Here "MICHAEL! SHUT UP." And then she hung up.

The nerve.

So as her car pulled into the driveway and she entered my aunties house with sandwich in hand I took it, gave her a big WET kiss and went into my room. And when I say wet I mean I slobbered all over her face.

A few seconds later I came back out sandwich in hand, my face dead serious demanding her to return the sandwich.

Her and my aunty both gave me "Uh oh what's wrong with it" Looks.

"What's wrong does it taste bad?" she asks.

"Nope it tastes fine," I said simply.

"Then what's wrong?" She asked impatiently trying to take the food away from me so she can do the mother inspection.

"Look!" I said pointing at it.

"What?" they both asked, my aunty looking at it now too.

"WHERES THE SMILEY FACE!" I yelled.