She knows I have trouble with saying no when it's only me that suffers.


She pouted and stomped her feet when I told her I was leaving. It turned me on a little but not enough to stay.


She asked what was new. I just shrugged my shoulders and said that it wasn't anything that would impress her and she would most likely just make fun of it. She nodded in agreement but two days later she had some information on me that I hadn't told her and she was nicer to me which is why I'm not convinced she's a bitch.


My mom likes it when folks treat me like a big shot.


There were five Skittles left; one of each color. It was done on purpose. I lined them up in the order of the rainbow and ate them one by one. I pretended the purple one was actually blue.