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my joke when sara got pregnant and my nephews got sick and my grandmother died and my parents were arguing and everyone always asked if i'm ok: "it'll all come out in therapy when i'm 30!"
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i made slime yesterday. in fact, i made pink, red, green and purple slime. i made blue but it was too liquidy. it's 1/2 cup glue, 1/2 water and food coloring in one bowl; tsp of borax powder and 1 cup of water in another bowl; mix them together and throw out the extra water. don't use hot water. makes it too liquidy.
i shattered one of my fog lights on who knows what. i think it was a pothole, it was dark. michael's phone wouldn't ring. saturday was dad's bday. good food. mark and sean were entertaining. michael doesn't like to bullshit, fucker. then the road rally. michael slept in the back seat. we argued about houses. about houses for goodness sake. i'm dropping my minor. life sucks. my parents suck. my mom: "i feel really bad about this being a burden on you." me: "it's not. i'll get a loan." mom: "you won't get a loan!" it's hard to be mad when you might lose something that you never really deserved in the first place. it's also hard when everyone says, "this'll be the hardest on you, katie." that's great. thanks for highlighting that. does that somehow make you feel better? are you trying to emphasis my weakness, cuz i do a great job myself. oh, pish.
and leslie's late again. an hour late. at least that's $10.
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add to that list.
i made slime yesterday. in fact, i made pink, red, green and purple slime. i made blue but it was too liquidy. it's 1/2 cup glue, 1/2 water and food coloring in one bowl; tsp of borax powder and 1 cup of water in another bowl; mix them together and throw out the extra water. don't use hot water. makes it too liquidy.
i shattered one of my fog lights on who knows what. i think it was a pothole, it was dark. michael's phone wouldn't ring. saturday was dad's bday. good food. mark and sean were entertaining. michael doesn't like to bullshit, fucker. then the road rally. michael slept in the back seat. we argued about houses. about houses for goodness sake. i'm dropping my minor. life sucks. my parents suck. my mom: "i feel really bad about this being a burden on you." me: "it's not. i'll get a loan." mom: "you won't get a loan!" it's hard to be mad when you might lose something that you never really deserved in the first place. it's also hard when everyone says, "this'll be the hardest on you, katie." that's great. thanks for highlighting that. does that somehow make you feel better? are you trying to emphasis my weakness, cuz i do a great job myself. oh, pish.
and leslie's late again. an hour late. at least that's $10.
http://www.livejournal.com/community/livingdeadpoets/3691.html#cutid1