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Today's entry is dedicated to Pablo Picasso, hands down the greatest thief that ever lived. Thanks for setting the bar for the rest of us.
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So the main point of this is pretty much to hopefully express some appreciation to a greatly underappreciated person. I know that I haven't been acting like I cared for about...Mmm, nevermind. I'd rather not say. But I just want you to know that I do love you even though you don't quite believe me when it comes to that subject. I really wish your mom wasn't such a bitch and would let you out a little more often, but for now, thats obviously, something that can't be controlled. Ahh, well. Anyways, I love you X 456,235,254,698, Stacy...Whether you like it or not.
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Favorite confession from today's http://www.grouphug.us : "I used to carry on imaginary conversations with myself while mowing the yard. I would always imagine some girl I liked would just happen down the sidewalk, see me, recognize me from school, and stop to talk. So I tried to act real cool and aloof while walking back and forth across the yard with our crappy Snapper. Once, my dad asked why I was moving my mouth while mowing. Up until then I thought I was being faily inauspicious.
Sigh. My dad regarded me with suspicion while growing up, he knew I was a weirdo, so opposite of himself at my age. He threw a cup of water at me while I was hissing at squirrels from my bedroom window and called me a fucking retard. That kinda hurt; the cup not the words. I actually am quite immune to other people's opinions."
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So the main point of this is pretty much to hopefully express some appreciation to a greatly underappreciated person. I know that I haven't been acting like I cared for about...Mmm, nevermind. I'd rather not say. But I just want you to know that I do love you even though you don't quite believe me when it comes to that subject. I really wish your mom wasn't such a bitch and would let you out a little more often, but for now, thats obviously, something that can't be controlled. Ahh, well. Anyways, I love you X 456,235,254,698, Stacy...Whether you like it or not.
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Favorite confession from today's http://www.grouphug.us : "I used to carry on imaginary conversations with myself while mowing the yard. I would always imagine some girl I liked would just happen down the sidewalk, see me, recognize me from school, and stop to talk. So I tried to act real cool and aloof while walking back and forth across the yard with our crappy Snapper. Once, my dad asked why I was moving my mouth while mowing. Up until then I thought I was being faily inauspicious.
Sigh. My dad regarded me with suspicion while growing up, he knew I was a weirdo, so opposite of himself at my age. He threw a cup of water at me while I was hissing at squirrels from my bedroom window and called me a fucking retard. That kinda hurt; the cup not the words. I actually am quite immune to other people's opinions."