Behaving myself

I'm get on Facebook today and see that I have new friend requests... My weird half cousin that is SUPER Morman and some kid that says are parents are friends and we met before we were 16 so we couldn't date and he says... so how about it. I think Facebook is cool and everything but for me and where I grew up and the people I am friends with... it's not so Awesome.. I have to watch my every move. I can't say how I really feel because it might offend someone because of their specific religious beliefs... I can't show anyone this blogspot, I can't tell you that I'm hungover, I can't even tell you that I got a new Tattoo because my MOM now has a facebook and she's offended by my pictures already. It makes me frustrated because I wish I didn't have to hide large parts of myself to not offend my family, and friends who live a different lifestyle than me. Stupid.

P.s. My Mom left me a voicemail the other day that said, "I read that you had a cold on Facebook and I hope that your alright." that is weird, my Mom is like 60 she should be knitting or something... not updating her status on the latest social network.  

A Short Story

I was at work and I was soooo bored. My supervisor proof read this story but the spell checker says tofurkey is spelled wrong. I think it looks funny too but the word tofu isn't exactly the most normal is it. Don't get me wrong, those tofu hot dogs are pretty good.

Once upon a time in a land far away there was a boy named Jack. Jack was a rather peculiar boy, he refused to go indoors. Nobody had ever been able to get him to even step a foot inside. When he would go to school, he would sit outside the window and look inside to see the chalkboard. His parents had long since given up the fight to get him to sleep in his room. They couldn't even get him to eat dinner with them! They had tried everything to get him to eat with them. On one specific night they had filled the dinner table with all of Jacks favorite food. I mean there was garlic roasted salmon, corn flake chicken, tofurkey, candied yams, jellied eels, purple pickled beets, and even ratatouille! He sat on the roof and smelled those delicious smells wafting out of the chimney for over an hour before he jumped off of the roof head first and went to heaven. So Jacks parents held Jacks funeral inside a funeral home just like any normal person. How ironic.