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i'm listening to rap. reminds me of the old days. speaking of the old days, i feel like reminiscing about like.....i dont know, 3rd grade maybe. there was this boy named david grose and he used to chase me around in after school care. one time we were in the big conference room at ndca and he held onto my leg and ran around the table and i had to hop. good thing i was an excellent hopper or else i would have gotten hurt! those were the days when my parents were never home and we had to go to afterschool care because no one wanted to pick us up...now it seems that my mom never leaves our house. i'm no t sure why that happened. isn't it typically that mothers want to stay home with their children when they are young...not when they are old and semi-rebellious. i don't know. us millette's like to do everything backwards obviously. today my dad is coming home from london. i think he has been gone for a long time. i'm not exactly sure. i hear that he's in a bad mood though. i guess that means i have to steer clear. he always says that i talk to much when we are together. so, if anyone would like to get a hold of me, i will be hiding in my cave in the basement for the remainder of the day.
adios amigo.
adios amigo.