applied to college. got accepted. broke the news to family. they cried. the dad took the car. the mom cried some more. i packed up my shit. bought a plane ticket. and flew to LAX. no house. no car. just a suitcase full of dreams. found a hotel. stayed there a few nights. met a guy. went to orientation. found a place to stay. and went to school.
i don't feel like finishing this, i'll do it later. and better. but yeah. eight months later. thank you LA for being so good to me.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
you are the father, maybe
so basically life has been pretty smooth for me. me and the guy are talking again. school is winding down. and the friends are great. the only bubble is the fact that i may or may not have a kid. so basically the story is this. i've been messing around with this one girl named K, for about five or six years. she's my best friend and the first love of my life. i haven't spoken to her the last two or three weeks. everytime i called her she was always busy or was in and out of the hospital. yesterday she called and told me she had just had a baby. in my head it was a joke. so i kept asking her if she was being serious or p[laying a joke on the gullible black kid i am. she said she was serious, and sent me a picture.
the next question i asked was if she knew about the baby 9 months ago, or if this was one of those "OMG I DINDT KNOW I WAS PREGNANT UNTIL THE BABY POPPED OUT" kinds of situations they show on tv. apparently she always knew she was pregnant, but didn't tell me for several reasons. i think i was less shocked about the baby and more shocked about the fact that she could keep a secret like this from me of all people for nine months.
she says the kid is not mine, but he has my middle name. she doesn't want to get a blood test because she's a 100 percent certain that the kid isn't mine. but in my head there's no way she could be a hundred percent sure of anything because 9 months ago i was still at home and we were still fucking around. so i booked a flight home in 3 weeks after my school year is over to find out if i have a son, or if i don't. if the kid is mine then this california dram life is over and i'm going back home to be the greatest dad in the world.
the next question i asked was if she knew about the baby 9 months ago, or if this was one of those "OMG I DINDT KNOW I WAS PREGNANT UNTIL THE BABY POPPED OUT" kinds of situations they show on tv. apparently she always knew she was pregnant, but didn't tell me for several reasons. i think i was less shocked about the baby and more shocked about the fact that she could keep a secret like this from me of all people for nine months.
she says the kid is not mine, but he has my middle name. she doesn't want to get a blood test because she's a 100 percent certain that the kid isn't mine. but in my head there's no way she could be a hundred percent sure of anything because 9 months ago i was still at home and we were still fucking around. so i booked a flight home in 3 weeks after my school year is over to find out if i have a son, or if i don't. if the kid is mine then this california dram life is over and i'm going back home to be the greatest dad in the world.
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