I hate when visitors come over unanounced. I'm in Pjs, bed hair, and half a sandwich crammed in my mouth and heading to the bathroom, when at the door one of my brother's friends appears in the doorway. How embarrasing, I'm standing there trying to tell him where my brother is and trying to swallow that sandwich. Why do my parents have to leave every door wide open during summer?
- Mood: embarrassed
- Music:Irving Berlin - What'll I do