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I'm a very mischevious girlfriend.
Mar. 1st, 2007 12:51 amSo, today, I got offline because I felt really crappy.
I was talking to Nathaniel's older brother, Kevin, whom happens to have muscular dystrophy. So, I told him when Nathaniel came to help him? To have him get him a stick. Don't tell him why...then hit him with it. XD
Kevin was like "Why, did he piss you off somehow?"
"No, I just feel like he needs to be hit with a stick. :D"
"Okay then."
I get offline, go and microwave pizza, to try see if eating makes me feel any better. I needed to go get blood drawn, but that's another story. I'll be doing it tomorrow.
The phone rings, and Mom brings it to me, informing me it's Nathaniel. I start talking to him, while fighting Gilla monster off, and he's like... "YOU HAD KEVIN HIT MEEEEE! Did I make you mad or piss you off?! DID I DO SOMETHING WRONG?!"
I started laughing hysterically. XD I was like NOOO. I was just in a mischevious mood, and, felt like someone needed to whack you with a stick, and, he was a good option! He didn't hurt you did he?
"No... he just asked for his cane, and, when I gave it to him, he held it for a few seconds...then kinda dropped it in my general direction. Then he told me he was supposed to hit me with a stick for you. I just wanted to make sure that you weren't mad."
XD
Poor Nathaniel, I probably shouldn't do things like that to him, but, I really didn't expect Kevin to actually do it. LMFAO.
On a side note? Big hugs for Kevin for doing it, and Nathaniel for being hit with the cane, because me, and my Mom, were laughing for like 5 minutes straight, and multiple times throughout the day. XD
I was like "I'm sorry for having fun at your expense..." when we were on the phone.
Mom: NO YOU'RE NOT. *laughs even more*
Me: Okay, I was about to say that, but, Mom covered it for me...
Everyone was like wow, he knows what to do, if he even THINKS he may have done something wrong, call you, immidiately to make sure. (This is a tip for ANY boy who thinks he may have done something wrong, better safe than sorry!)XD
I was talking to Nathaniel's older brother, Kevin, whom happens to have muscular dystrophy. So, I told him when Nathaniel came to help him? To have him get him a stick. Don't tell him why...then hit him with it. XD
Kevin was like "Why, did he piss you off somehow?"
"No, I just feel like he needs to be hit with a stick. :D"
"Okay then."
I get offline, go and microwave pizza, to try see if eating makes me feel any better. I needed to go get blood drawn, but that's another story. I'll be doing it tomorrow.
The phone rings, and Mom brings it to me, informing me it's Nathaniel. I start talking to him, while fighting Gilla monster off, and he's like... "YOU HAD KEVIN HIT MEEEEE! Did I make you mad or piss you off?! DID I DO SOMETHING WRONG?!"
I started laughing hysterically. XD I was like NOOO. I was just in a mischevious mood, and, felt like someone needed to whack you with a stick, and, he was a good option! He didn't hurt you did he?
"No... he just asked for his cane, and, when I gave it to him, he held it for a few seconds...then kinda dropped it in my general direction. Then he told me he was supposed to hit me with a stick for you. I just wanted to make sure that you weren't mad."
XD
Poor Nathaniel, I probably shouldn't do things like that to him, but, I really didn't expect Kevin to actually do it. LMFAO.
On a side note? Big hugs for Kevin for doing it, and Nathaniel for being hit with the cane, because me, and my Mom, were laughing for like 5 minutes straight, and multiple times throughout the day. XD
I was like "I'm sorry for having fun at your expense..." when we were on the phone.
Mom: NO YOU'RE NOT. *laughs even more*
Me: Okay, I was about to say that, but, Mom covered it for me...
Everyone was like wow, he knows what to do, if he even THINKS he may have done something wrong, call you, immidiately to make sure. (This is a tip for ANY boy who thinks he may have done something wrong, better safe than sorry!)XD
