Back to school, in defense of a prickle and other things.

Apr 26, 2004 17:20

I'm going to stop swearing in my journal.

I really, genuinely don't see what you've all got against Terry, it may seem that there's an infestation of cockroaches in his rectum at times but he really means well beyond it all. Peer support groups lately have been interesting and there's been a decline of suicidal third years so I'm taking this to be an indication that it was all pent up stress and the school holiday cured all of their pubescent whims.

And I don't care what *any* of you think. Richard is lovely. And I like him. He saved me.

Father had another one of his boorish "let's schmooze" dinner parties, it was atrocious. Trying to marry me odd to a bright young thing with more money than sense. Quite disgusting. But Richard came along and he was a dear!

and he REALLY shouldn't have given me that...when will he get that showering me with gifts isn't what I really need? That was the one thing Cael did right, all the time. Even though he didn't know what to do, he did.

Keep dancing
Kisses
Mandy
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