I'm jaded, stupid and reckless...all the time.
My grandpa called tonight and wants to take my brother and I out to lunch tomorrow, which is cool, I guess. I mean, my grandpa's not like some old fuddy-duddy, he's a pretty cool old man but I always get a little worried when he wants to take us out to lunch. I guess because the first time he did that, it was after my uncle rudely told him I'm gay without my permission and he kind of sprung that on me at McDonald's. You just never know what he'll bring up. I'm probably just worrying over nothing, but like I said, you never know with that old man.
"Up on the rooftops, listening to punk rock, nobody believed us, this could be our one shot..."
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bhnd_hazel_eyes) wrote,
anxious
