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I'm "supposed" to be going to Florida on Thursday, but of course everything always seems to get fucked up for me. First, I call my dad and he tells me he doesn't know if he can/wants to go anymore, so that basically fucks up my mood. But then he tells me he would pay for me and Anthony to take a greyhound down there (so, I'm one happy camper again.) Then about 20 minutes ago Anthony calls me and tell me there's supposed to be a hurricane hitting Florida on Friday, if it's not one thing it's the other right? Why can't I ever get my way? I mean come on...I already did most of my packing and everything. I want to go so badly. I swear if we don't end up going I will not be the greatest person to be around.
GEEZ...
GEEZ...