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I perfected html a minute ago...and it looks better than yours.
Ok, so...today...hmm...did it really happen? Probably not.
I woke up and I think...yea, there was a baby. I didn't do it. Then, this door to door insurance salesman knocked and woke it...so I went to the door, didn't open it, talked through it, and acted like I was retarded. Haha.
Nancy then made me drive her around town. I got popsickles. THEY'RE FIFTY CENTS EACH FOR A REASON...so wonderful. You know they're good popsickles when you can't decifer what color your tounge is. Mmhm. Then, we bought beer.
Back on the ranch a fire was cooking up. Stupid ass faces.
Eventually we colored eggs. MINE ARE MAGICAL. Amazing how far the egg coloring industry has come. Glitter. Not just any glitter [Magical Glitter]. And it truly is magical...I can't get it off of anything. I colored eggs and very small children.
Alright, tell me...just...what the fuck? A four year old, a two year old, an old crazy woman, and a thirty four year old drunk woman...decorating eggs together. Yea. That's what I said.
My eggs are beautiful though. Better than yours.
Went to Adrian and got a frizzy haired aunt then went to WALMART and...I fought with the drunk lady...animatedly...in the shampoo isle. Dumbass.
Home. Fire. Beer. Ew. Cigarettes. Also, ew, but what the fuck ever. Lost a race because of tree interference. Guess I'm just not quick enough. And I think that's all. Besides the drug talk. Which was weird.
[My dieing grandmother called...and I didn't call back, she wanted me to have dinner with her...do I feel bad? Mildly...but...when she dies...I probably won't get anything. I'm such a loser.]
Ok, so...today...hmm...did it really happen? Probably not.
I woke up and I think...yea, there was a baby. I didn't do it. Then, this door to door insurance salesman knocked and woke it...so I went to the door, didn't open it, talked through it, and acted like I was retarded. Haha.
Nancy then made me drive her around town. I got popsickles. THEY'RE FIFTY CENTS EACH FOR A REASON...so wonderful. You know they're good popsickles when you can't decifer what color your tounge is. Mmhm. Then, we bought beer.
Back on the ranch a fire was cooking up. Stupid ass faces.
Eventually we colored eggs. MINE ARE MAGICAL. Amazing how far the egg coloring industry has come. Glitter. Not just any glitter [Magical Glitter]. And it truly is magical...I can't get it off of anything. I colored eggs and very small children.
Alright, tell me...just...what the fuck? A four year old, a two year old, an old crazy woman, and a thirty four year old drunk woman...decorating eggs together. Yea. That's what I said.
My eggs are beautiful though. Better than yours.
Went to Adrian and got a frizzy haired aunt then went to WALMART and...I fought with the drunk lady...animatedly...in the shampoo isle. Dumbass.
Home. Fire. Beer. Ew. Cigarettes. Also, ew, but what the fuck ever. Lost a race because of tree interference. Guess I'm just not quick enough. And I think that's all. Besides the drug talk. Which was weird.
[My dieing grandmother called...and I didn't call back, she wanted me to have dinner with her...do I feel bad? Mildly...but...when she dies...I probably won't get anything. I'm such a loser.]