none.... ramblings follow
Jun. 7th, 2006 09:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shadowedge613So I babysat three childern under the age of ten today. I have also commited to running a birthday party for an assortment of childern on Saturday. I must have been insane at the time. I'm still insane. And man! I love birth control! vascetomys are marvelous, barrrier method is fine: anything to keep from haveing to be responsible for a child for eighteen years!!! with no money... at least I get money for this.
I was inspired by Thryn's subject line, "on teenage boys" to relate a slightly disturbing story: retitled "on grade school boys" So here I am, a senior in high school, walking home from school. And I walk by the elementary school. I am followed, and propsistioned repeatadly by two boys... ten years old? maybe? Now let me clairfy something here: this is not the sort of "proposisitng" I recall from my grade school days... the "you want to date" (which means nothing) thing, or kisses stolen on pretext behind the gym. No. this was the "do you have a boyfriend, do you want to do me" proposisitiong. yeah. I was creeped out. Still am for that matter.
ummm... what other randomness can I tell you about? there is no AC in this room, so my hands are stticking to the desk. I'm going tto stop typeing now.
I was inspired by Thryn's subject line, "on teenage boys" to relate a slightly disturbing story: retitled "on grade school boys" So here I am, a senior in high school, walking home from school. And I walk by the elementary school. I am followed, and propsistioned repeatadly by two boys... ten years old? maybe? Now let me clairfy something here: this is not the sort of "proposisitng" I recall from my grade school days... the "you want to date" (which means nothing) thing, or kisses stolen on pretext behind the gym. No. this was the "do you have a boyfriend, do you want to do me" proposisitiong. yeah. I was creeped out. Still am for that matter.
ummm... what other randomness can I tell you about? there is no AC in this room, so my hands are stticking to the desk. I'm going tto stop typeing now.
