eh.... anyways
My scheme to get my father to let me stay at his house for a night, worked.
I'm the youngest of 4, his "baby" even though I'm of age. He still treats me like a baby.
For example if he knows I'm working late at catering job in the city, its better for me to stay uptown at his house. Instead of going all the way into Queens at a late hour.
I told him I was working. I never know exactly what time I'm signing out at. I come in at my call time and stay until the end of my event.
My father knows this and since he's working tonight, it can be an easy "Yes Whitney you can stay". But I had to closed the deal and reminded him i need my laptop and i need a break from everyone in my house.
Here's where I come when I want to be alone
about to watch a movie on his big flat screen/ blue ray while I twist my hair up
I think he bought "The Expendables"
Surround sound YEAH BOYYYY!!!!!
I just know there's something on his shelfs I haven't watched
And the old man mentioned cheese cake maybe its juniors strawberry cheese cake
Ya'll know i like strawberries
/randomness in the midnight hour edition 4332.
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