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more than half my wishlist is clothes and books. my inner child is ashamed, but the outer teenager is like shut the hell up.
i applied for a job waitressing on base. i better get it. because i'm so broke that i can't even think of a way to make it sound funny. i'm just broke.
all of a sudden i want a gmail account. my birthday is the 10th. someone catch my drift, let my drift slam into the side of your head.
i hate being sick. i get sick as often as something that happens very often. i find that i no longer need to reinvent ways to fake sick in order to get out of school. i now must create ways to muster the strength to even get to school, much less stay there without passing out in a puddle of my own vomit. and although that particular scenario has never happened, your face is contorted in a look of utter digust. my work here is done.
i applied for a job waitressing on base. i better get it. because i'm so broke that i can't even think of a way to make it sound funny. i'm just broke.
all of a sudden i want a gmail account. my birthday is the 10th. someone catch my drift, let my drift slam into the side of your head.
i hate being sick. i get sick as often as something that happens very often. i find that i no longer need to reinvent ways to fake sick in order to get out of school. i now must create ways to muster the strength to even get to school, much less stay there without passing out in a puddle of my own vomit. and although that particular scenario has never happened, your face is contorted in a look of utter digust. my work here is done.