My parents.
Who apparantly read GSD.
Wow, Uhm... *scratches the back of her neck absentmindedly while looking askance. Then back up again...*
Hi, Mom, Dad. Welcome to GSD territory.
I love you.
But if you think I'm gonna censor anything on here... I'm not. Fuck it. You've read it already. There's no sense in playing shy now, eh?
My parents ≠ Canadian Broadcast Standards Council of Linds.
I mean, cripes, I've already written about half a dozen things that probably raised your eyebrows, more for the fact that you didn't need to know stuff about my sex life, (slightly awkward, but whatever... Yes I have sex. It doesn't bother me...) Or my deep dark secrets that I've confessed... Of which there aren't any, really. That being said, if I chose to put it out here on "teh intarweb", then I can't really complain about having my folks reading it, so "Wilkommen, Bienvenue, Welcome." You guys have a good sense of humour anyways, Who else would I have learned it from?
Have fun. Don't trip on any shoes lying about.
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