setup

ok, first, what the hell!?!?!
theres no way i became this way without being setup!
what am i talking about?
well, my parents used to give me bones (yes, bones like chicken, turkey, those kinds of things) while i was teething! ugh.
when i asked my mom about it (though i would prefer to ask my dad, but hes, kinda, dead. but still) she said:
'we gave them to you because they had taste and they made noise when you banged them against your highchair.' (note: i just walked away after that)

yet another reason i think i was setup:
my parents (well, my mom really) used to leave me with the dogs while she did other things. not that i didnt mind my big babysitters, but still. (that would also explain why i dont get along to well with other people)

well, im happy, i posted two nights in a row. lol