1: I don't have the emo capacity to make up sappy poems all the time
2: It's boring
3: Nobody really want's to read a bunch of gay poems that all sound the same
But anyway...
I was going to go to dance today (2:30-8:30pm)..buuuttt apperently, my Aunt (the fancy-shmancy Austin--not Boston one with drew carry glasses) and Uncle (and yes, you guessed it- the incredibly homo-freaking-sexual one. Complete with Tight Versace pants and a pink and purple polo shirt..and old person axe-stuff, my uncle is a f**) decided to drop by Houston on a whim and I'm being dragged along to dinner with them.
Yay. Fan-freakin-tastic.
Although, I rather enjoy mexican food.
So..yeah..I've been getting ready..to impress a gay man..and a woman who thinks thick rimmed glasses that look alot like the one on this man:
all because they need to be impressed. They probably think I'm a hillbilly looser with no potential.
And the rant ends
here.
