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Pooh and shitbum. I have voice lessons tomorrow, and I can't sing. At all. I was (trying) earlier, and what came out didn't even resemble music. It was more like a dying cow. Or a clarinet. I'm not even lying. I think Mum thinks I'm faking it, because that's seriously what it sounds like. You know on all those movies, when they have the teenage boys with voices changing every three seconds (Monsters Inc. interns)? Yeah, that's me. So she's making me drink honey and lemon, as opposed to the mint hot chocolate that she and Patrick are getting. I'm feeling unloved. They also got treats, and didn't get me any. Well, I got mints... but they did too.
I'm going to go pout. And figure out why, all of a sudden, I (apparently) don't have $12 in my bank account.
I'm going to go pout. And figure out why, all of a sudden, I (apparently) don't have $12 in my bank account.