Chasin' Girls
One
May 18, 2012, D-Day.
Sprinkle Babies,
Today, I went to the doctor and I discovered you, the little sprinkles that has been growing in my womb for the past six weeks. I told your grandmother who immediately kicked me out of the house and now, I’m on a bus to Indiana. Why? A friend of mine moved there for school a couple of months ago and now I am going to crashing in the second bedroom of her apartment. Hopefully, you won’t be raised there. Before I go anywhere else with these, you have to know something. My name is Natalie and I am 22 years old. Your dad on the other hand, his name is Jack and he is 24 years old. I’m a photographer, and he’s in a band. That’s how we met, I did a photo-shoot for his band, All Time Low. Well afterwards he asked me to go get drinks and we did and let it be known, your mother cannot handle her alcohol (But on the other hand neither can your father, apparently) and we had hot, passionate, unprotected, drunken sex. It was that simple. Nothing was supposed to happen out of it. He gave me his number, and I gave him mine and he left the next morning to go back on tour. I know what you’re thinking. “How do you know he’ll want anything to do with us?” Well, I don’t. He seems like the kind of person who wouldn’t leave the woman carrying her children, though. Even if he decides he wants nothing to do with you, I promise you will not be kept from his family so it’s best you know that you have an aunt May and an uncle Joe on his side of the family. His parents’ names are Joyce and Bassam. You have an uncle Michael and an aunt Jessica on my side. As for your grandparents, well if they want to be involved then they can tell you because after how they treated me I’m not really concerned about it. I have other letters to write to sprinkles. So I guess this is where I end this thing.
I Love You,
Mommy.
Sprinkle Babies,
Today, I went to the doctor and I discovered you, the little sprinkles that has been growing in my womb for the past six weeks. I told your grandmother who immediately kicked me out of the house and now, I’m on a bus to Indiana. Why? A friend of mine moved there for school a couple of months ago and now I am going to crashing in the second bedroom of her apartment. Hopefully, you won’t be raised there. Before I go anywhere else with these, you have to know something. My name is Natalie and I am 22 years old. Your dad on the other hand, his name is Jack and he is 24 years old. I’m a photographer, and he’s in a band. That’s how we met, I did a photo-shoot for his band, All Time Low. Well afterwards he asked me to go get drinks and we did and let it be known, your mother cannot handle her alcohol (But on the other hand neither can your father, apparently) and we had hot, passionate, unprotected, drunken sex. It was that simple. Nothing was supposed to happen out of it. He gave me his number, and I gave him mine and he left the next morning to go back on tour. I know what you’re thinking. “How do you know he’ll want anything to do with us?” Well, I don’t. He seems like the kind of person who wouldn’t leave the woman carrying her children, though. Even if he decides he wants nothing to do with you, I promise you will not be kept from his family so it’s best you know that you have an aunt May and an uncle Joe on his side of the family. His parents’ names are Joyce and Bassam. You have an uncle Michael and an aunt Jessica on my side. As for your grandparents, well if they want to be involved then they can tell you because after how they treated me I’m not really concerned about it. I have other letters to write to sprinkles. So I guess this is where I end this thing.
I Love You,
Mommy.
Notes
First off let's look at this awesome picture my friend Emily took of Jack in Cinci in October sigh.
In other news, this really uber sucked and was really uber short and shitty. It'll get better I promise. Comment, Rate, Subscribe and I'll do the same? (Also you can touch Jack's butt.
I'm actually going to be updating in like an hour. I've just been busy, sorry
5/13/13