Ugg... I can't turn right! Death to that woman!
I dunno whats wrong. Sometimes I can, and than I can. The bulbs not broken or anything! I don't get it. I think my car is just mad at me or something. Ugg... I can't turn right. Please work car.
Yesterday was my 17th birthday. Yay. Nothing tragic happened which is good, because my last few birthdays kinda sucked. *no comment*. Ya, this one was good.
I went to 'that boy's house. And I saw the worst thing I think I will ever see. I saw one of his snakes eat a LIVE mouse. Poor little mouse. I almost cryed. I did scream, and 'that boy' came running to see what was wrong. I told him and he just sruged it off. POOR MOUSE! Oh dear. He fixed my rear-veiw-miror so now I can see. And he got me red shoe laces for my shoes and a library card. Ya.
Ugg... I'm going to kill the lady who works at Buckle in the mall. 'That boy' was looking at some shirts and she came up to ask him is he needed help, and then she she she... smelled him (from a distance, but still) and then told him he smelled good! He was just like' oh thanks' like he didn't care. She flirted with him for like ten minutes. He didn't flirt back though, goog thing or he would be dead too. But I didn't know what to do! I thought maybe to do something to prove that this was 'my boy' and not hers. But he gets emmbarased infront of strangers, so there was noting I could do. Argg... I need to... Ugg.... I dunno. Ok venting done.
Yesterday was my 17th birthday. Yay. Nothing tragic happened which is good, because my last few birthdays kinda sucked. *no comment*. Ya, this one was good.
I went to 'that boy's house. And I saw the worst thing I think I will ever see. I saw one of his snakes eat a LIVE mouse. Poor little mouse. I almost cryed. I did scream, and 'that boy' came running to see what was wrong. I told him and he just sruged it off. POOR MOUSE! Oh dear. He fixed my rear-veiw-miror so now I can see. And he got me red shoe laces for my shoes and a library card. Ya.
Ugg... I'm going to kill the lady who works at Buckle in the mall. 'That boy' was looking at some shirts and she came up to ask him is he needed help, and then she she she... smelled him (from a distance, but still) and then told him he smelled good! He was just like' oh thanks' like he didn't care. She flirted with him for like ten minutes. He didn't flirt back though, goog thing or he would be dead too. But I didn't know what to do! I thought maybe to do something to prove that this was 'my boy' and not hers. But he gets emmbarased infront of strangers, so there was noting I could do. Argg... I need to... Ugg.... I dunno. Ok venting done.