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i had to hang out with spence today because he was 'sick' with a sorethroat.
bitch, please.
my little brother, who just turned 12, always fakes sick.
i woke up around 1 to find little fatty in the kitchen. i asked him why he was home and he said he was sick, in a normal voice, and then asked when mom was coming home in his fakey fake sick voice. since he just got this brand new fancy ipod, he asked to burn some cds from my itunes for his ipod. i said yes, but it turns out he doens't like any of my music, which i don't see how is possible. at first he said he was into rap, but he didn't like any of the rap i had. then he said he liked rock, but he didn't like any of that, or punk, or techno or anything. so he ended up with about 30 songs. after that we both knitted while watching Without a Trace.
i'm seeing the psyciatrist on wednesday and getting my stiches out. they said i'm probably going to be put on antidepressants, which will probably be a good thing. surgery sucked. it didn't make me better, i still have a headaches and my leg hurts, i was in the hospital for two weeks, i have a fucking five inch scar on my back, and i'm probably going to have to repeat the 10th grade. i haven't gone to school in about 2 months. no, even more than that.
bitch, please.
my little brother, who just turned 12, always fakes sick.
i woke up around 1 to find little fatty in the kitchen. i asked him why he was home and he said he was sick, in a normal voice, and then asked when mom was coming home in his fakey fake sick voice. since he just got this brand new fancy ipod, he asked to burn some cds from my itunes for his ipod. i said yes, but it turns out he doens't like any of my music, which i don't see how is possible. at first he said he was into rap, but he didn't like any of the rap i had. then he said he liked rock, but he didn't like any of that, or punk, or techno or anything. so he ended up with about 30 songs. after that we both knitted while watching Without a Trace.
i'm seeing the psyciatrist on wednesday and getting my stiches out. they said i'm probably going to be put on antidepressants, which will probably be a good thing. surgery sucked. it didn't make me better, i still have a headaches and my leg hurts, i was in the hospital for two weeks, i have a fucking five inch scar on my back, and i'm probably going to have to repeat the 10th grade. i haven't gone to school in about 2 months. no, even more than that.