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ranting on livejournal again...
i hate when my fucking mother asks me go to pick up fucking groceries right after i get home from work. that is the last thing i want to do after standing for 6 hours.
and oh yeah i just spent 90 dollars at shaws last weekend. what can we possibly need.
i hate when my fucking mother asks me go to pick up fucking groceries right after i get home from work. that is the last thing i want to do after standing for 6 hours.
and oh yeah i just spent 90 dollars at shaws last weekend. what can we possibly need.