Of moms and orgies. – God no, it’s not what you think!

Do you do this a lot? Because I do and it’s killing me. I don’t think I’m normal, but at the same time, I can’t help but think that they are other people who are more sick than me.

Anyway, when I look at people and they somehow dress a certain way or is of a certain ethnicity (especially one that is always associated to being super fucking horny – I need to stop watching porn), the first thing that’ll come in my mind is the amount of sex they do. It’s like, “Hey, they’re ___. I wonder if they have a massive amount of sex and if they’re wild.

I do this, ALL THE TIME. It’s insane. Almost to a point that I actually want to come up to them and ask them personally but I know I couldn’t do that if I wanted to live another day. Or, the other better scenario is that they’d invite me to some orgy or something. Okay, well, I’m not sure why that’s the better scenario, I just thought that death would be worse than an orgy.

Which reminds me, my mom says that darnest things sometimes. Well, come to think about it, I say the darnest things sometimes. :/

Mom: “What’s that word. Serinility something. How do you spell it?”

Me: “Serenity?”

Mom: “Yes, yes. I like that word. That’s my favourite word.”

Me: “You know what’s my favourite word? Orgy.”

Mom: “WHAT?! EW! Girl!!”

Me: “It’s a positive word what. Orgy = Teamwork = Love”

I crack myself up sometimes. I love doing that to my mother. I call her by her name sometimes just to annoy her. “Carol!” I would call out and she’d be all, “Don’t call me by my name!!” And I’d giggle my ass off.

I miss Carol. A lot. I miss sleeping on her ass and warning her over and over again to not fart, and she never did. Moms are the best, especially when I’m feeling homesick and crying my ass off wanting to go home or when I’m super sick and I don’t have anybody but myself to depend on to make myself well again. Then I’d call her and she’d have all these remedies to cure my sickness which I can never make because I would never have the ingredients. Thanks mom.

Lady C and the other daughter behind.

I will meet her soon. Very soon. And I will meet my queen size bed too. Soon. Very soon.

Am I the only one who finds this post very disturbing? From talking about the amount of sex people have to my mom? Funny how orgies are both a public and private thing. Public because you have it with well, random people, but private because it’s a private conversation with my mother.

Okay, that did not make sense. If you’ve taken up Introduction to Communication like me, it’ll make more sense to you.

Good night.

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