listening:: "everything I've known" - korn
That was...odd.
I had just sat down with an(other) ice cream cone, when I hear the door slam. Instictively, I make it look like I'm actually doing something productive with the reciepts I'm supposed to be filing. Apparantly, our phones aren't working properly. Apparantly, my parents had been trying to reach me since noon. Apparantly, I'm not dead.
Geez calm down.
Why do they care so much? So dad asks me if I was screwing with the phones (which I WASN'T. ahem.), and then called mom and asked her to try calling the house. No rings. The answering machine isn't even working. After checking the phones, and my pulse (haha kidding), he left, and now I feel like getting another ice cream cone.
That's what it all comes down to with me.
Ice cream.