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so i was talking to carol about this sketchy guy that was hitting on me when my dad walks in:
me: yeah, i dont know. i never really liked him much. and then he was hitting on me and i thought that was disgusting
carol: yeah, thats taking it too far. how was he hitting on you?
me: ew im not talking about this in front of you (to my dad.)
dad: come on, just tell us how he was hitting on you.
me: dad ew no go away im not having this conversation with you.
dad: no, its ok. to make this easier on you lets just pretend im the guy and im hitting on you.
me: dad get out of here!
dad: hey you're looking fly, are those new converse all stars? yeah, im hip.
yeah...
so anyway, same old is up. laguna beach marathon is on today and it took me three episodes to conjure up the will power to turn off the tv. i wish i were kidding. so now im listening to the unicorns really loud and trying to pick out clothes/get ready for this dinner party tonight. god damn. we are laguna beach. laguna garrison. i also should do laundry. i have not done laundry since i've gotten home from clark... on the 5th. and im pretty sure i didnt do it for like two weeks prior to leaving. im running low on underwear, so its getting to that point of desparity. i have more tights than anyone alive in the world. in fact, i have a lot of clothes. and since i've gotten home ive just acquired more and more. dance parties? im set. costume parties? got it covered. being awesome everyday of my life? no problemo. need to borrow something? come on over.
ok so yeah im going to go, you know, clean and try on various outfits. im thinking a skirt. my new shirt. and maybe some tights? or leggings? i havent decided yet. ill let you all know.
i miss all my clark biddies and buddies. soon enough friends, soon enough.
home is fun, i need a job.
THE END.
me: yeah, i dont know. i never really liked him much. and then he was hitting on me and i thought that was disgusting
carol: yeah, thats taking it too far. how was he hitting on you?
me: ew im not talking about this in front of you (to my dad.)
dad: come on, just tell us how he was hitting on you.
me: dad ew no go away im not having this conversation with you.
dad: no, its ok. to make this easier on you lets just pretend im the guy and im hitting on you.
me: dad get out of here!
dad: hey you're looking fly, are those new converse all stars? yeah, im hip.
yeah...
so anyway, same old is up. laguna beach marathon is on today and it took me three episodes to conjure up the will power to turn off the tv. i wish i were kidding. so now im listening to the unicorns really loud and trying to pick out clothes/get ready for this dinner party tonight. god damn. we are laguna beach. laguna garrison. i also should do laundry. i have not done laundry since i've gotten home from clark... on the 5th. and im pretty sure i didnt do it for like two weeks prior to leaving. im running low on underwear, so its getting to that point of desparity. i have more tights than anyone alive in the world. in fact, i have a lot of clothes. and since i've gotten home ive just acquired more and more. dance parties? im set. costume parties? got it covered. being awesome everyday of my life? no problemo. need to borrow something? come on over.
ok so yeah im going to go, you know, clean and try on various outfits. im thinking a skirt. my new shirt. and maybe some tights? or leggings? i havent decided yet. ill let you all know.
i miss all my clark biddies and buddies. soon enough friends, soon enough.
home is fun, i need a job.
THE END.