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i have never been as scared as i was last night when the oh so nice tristan called me in order to make my life misserable by saying that a clown was coming up my stairs to chop me up with a butter knife & feed me to my dog. i really did almost piss my pants & i ended up having to sleep in my brothers room.
& now my parents tell me im getting my hair & nails done for this?? psh this must mean i have to use good manners while im there
tonight: company party till 3am with my cousing & my parents. :/hopefully my cousins take me out with them after it
call me if youd like. ill be bored