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Work was actually pretty fun. I tagged throw rugs of varying degrees of hideousness and curtain panels of more colours than should be necessary for curtain panels. I also had a 450$ sale to one lovely woman who works at Sask Mental Health and collects figures of Buddha. I totally didn't smell all the candles. Just most of them. I have a problem.
The parents have arrived for Visit the Second and have deposed me from my bed once again. Curses. Why am I so nice? At least dad bought us a new futon mattress. It is currently covered in cat hair, but I'll take it over the old terrifying flower-patterned thing any day. I'm mostly glad they're here, but their presence just complicates absolutely everything. Mum on her own would be okay. Oh well. It'll work out. As long as dad doesn't poke his nose into everything (fat chance) and ask pointedly why we do things a certain way and not a clearly more superior way (obese chance), things will go smoothly. Yeah, I ain't holding my breath.
David Beckham is quite possibly the sappiest man alive, and I heart him immensely. He's having a giant maze built in the backyard of their home to symbolize his eternal love for his family, or something. What a freak. D'aawwww. I shall now regress to immense rage on his behalf toward the Steve for not calling him up for the England squad. But I shall not translate the growls and curses into words for you. Aren't you pleased?
Audi.
The parents have arrived for Visit the Second and have deposed me from my bed once again. Curses. Why am I so nice? At least dad bought us a new futon mattress. It is currently covered in cat hair, but I'll take it over the old terrifying flower-patterned thing any day. I'm mostly glad they're here, but their presence just complicates absolutely everything. Mum on her own would be okay. Oh well. It'll work out. As long as dad doesn't poke his nose into everything (fat chance) and ask pointedly why we do things a certain way and not a clearly more superior way (obese chance), things will go smoothly. Yeah, I ain't holding my breath.
David Beckham is quite possibly the sappiest man alive, and I heart him immensely. He's having a giant maze built in the backyard of their home to symbolize his eternal love for his family, or something. What a freak. D'aawwww. I shall now regress to immense rage on his behalf toward the Steve for not calling him up for the England squad. But I shall not translate the growls and curses into words for you. Aren't you pleased?
Audi.