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Dear anonymous commenters:
I don't care.
It doesn't hurt my feelings, or make me think about how aweful of a person that I am,
it just makes me laugh...and it's a little bit annoying that you try to put me down, but you can't even show me who you are.
Puh-thet-ic.
Get over yerself.
Anyways, now that I got that out, this weekend has been pretty good.
Friday I hungout with Kirsten after work. We went to Portsmouth, then I met up with Dicko and she dropped me off, then he brought me home later.
Saturday, Daddy and I went out to breakfast, then I went into work for an hour to help them out.
Saturday night Dicko & I went up to Portland to stay at my sisters.
I got a little intoxicated, but it was nothing much.
Sunday was okay. I felt crappy all day, and touchy.
I didn't really do anything but sleep and stuff.
My fingers are really cold. Boo.
I don't care.
It doesn't hurt my feelings, or make me think about how aweful of a person that I am,
it just makes me laugh...and it's a little bit annoying that you try to put me down, but you can't even show me who you are.
Puh-thet-ic.
Get over yerself.
Anyways, now that I got that out, this weekend has been pretty good.
Friday I hungout with Kirsten after work. We went to Portsmouth, then I met up with Dicko and she dropped me off, then he brought me home later.
Saturday, Daddy and I went out to breakfast, then I went into work for an hour to help them out.
Saturday night Dicko & I went up to Portland to stay at my sisters.
I got a little intoxicated, but it was nothing much.
Sunday was okay. I felt crappy all day, and touchy.
I didn't really do anything but sleep and stuff.
My fingers are really cold. Boo.