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Here Mel. Here's my reply to your entry. It was too fucking big to fit anywhere else, so here you go. Just for you. Dun-dun-DUN! {starts singing the thematic entrance to just about every film out there}
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i just saw one of those stupid yellow DHL vans drive down my street. its weird, i automatically expected something wonderful to happen. stupid DHL commercials, and their stupid candyland vans.
anyway...
dude, i think we definitely understand where the other is coming from. i do that too all the time, pretend to sleep so i can hear them talking about me. im beginning to mess with them though, because i know what really pisses them the fuck off now. like, its all these things that they cant get mad at me for, or at least admit to getting mad at me for. for example, looking better than them, being smarter, having class, etc. yvy got all pissed off at my grandmother and i because we looked hot as hell. i wore this white pantsuit with this gold sparkly tube top that had this satin gold bow...it, as you would say, fucking owned. my grandma wore a chanel pantsuit. we walked in and immediately yvy was all like...oh...and busied herself with something. my grandmas awesome though, not like "patricia" or "maria," i can talk to her about anything. in fact, shes the one who brought up the whole "yvy's an asshole" situation. it felt great that i wasnt alone. apparently my side of the family thinks the same way i do. nice shit. very nice. my grandma purposely pisses the fuck out of yvy and her family too, just by doing simple little things. and they have to love her, because there's no one who doesnt love my grandma, because she fucking rocks. oh man, and taste...oh god yvy has none. i dont mean to be racial profiling here, but i mean she really is hispanic. their entire house is so fucking corny. you can tell my dad didnt pick anything. if he did, it would have looked nice. for thanksgiving, for instance, there were all these fucking embroidered turkey napkins, turkey tablecloths, fucking cornicopia shit...EVERYWHERE! i couldnt stand it. i even made fun of it to my dad accidentally, and he was like "i know...*groan*" i laughed.
i want to fucking talk to you in person. so im going to call you. right now. i dont care if you're up or not. plus, my hot bass player friend from area (idk if you got my text message) was supposed to come up from boston to see me, but he hasnt been on, so i dont think hes gonna be able to come. so please, you have to save me from today. lol my stepmom is cooking. i hate her food. i hate it. i hate it. our dog doesnt even like it, ive tried feeding it to her before. oh well. lol
thanks again for your comment man, and sry for lack of paragraphing. lol oh dude, whats with the "lets say we'll call grandma 1 'patricia' and grandma 2 'maria'?" lol names have been changed to protect the innocent? lol talk to you soon man
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But Jesus Christ. I hate that. When someone wants you to change something, but they have absolutely no taste. I mean, in certain situations, like with my parents and I, it's okay. If I tell them that they should do this, or that, they're like, oh, I didn't think of it that way. Thanks. Even vice versa. But damn. When someone is just all like, "You should change THAT to THIS!" and it winds up being the pas faux equivalent to all the fucking cornucopias all over Yvy's house.
So yeah. I definitely hope my mom can stop being a cunt so that we can hang out today. I soooooo want to go shopping, lyk, OMG x 432789753.
But the bottom line? I hate jealous bitches. The end.
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