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I don't know where to start. I almost feel guilty if I miss a detail of any of my days... as if I'm going to look back and try to remember every aspect of my life. So here I go:
On Sunday I drove to Nichole's for her Birthday :) Ofcourse I got lost only when I entered her development because I honestly am that retarted. Her friend Kaycie (who I found to be extreeemely nice) and then her friend Ryan showed up. We all headed towards the piercing place and lost track of time and turned around. I thought it was funny and I was happy I got to practice driving on the expressway loool. Then we dropped Ryan off to her car so she could get to work on time. Kaycie drove us back to the place in Clementon. When we finally got there she got a tattoo that said faith, it was adorable. I watched NIchole get dermals in her hips. So so so cute. She took it like a champ too, not a tear in her eye even though I thought she was bleeding to death hahaha. Now that I know how to get there, I am definitely gonna make more trips down there.
When I got home I picked up Hannah and we went to Seaside with Brown Boy haha! When I was getting home, I sat in my "drive way" and was trying to fix my "broken" Cd player in my car. I look to my left and see James and Aflo laughing. I asked James to look at the Cd player and it turns out there was nothing in there and that was why it wouldn't eject :)
We went to Batsto the next day, ofcourse, because we love that place. And ofcourse the day wouldn't have been complete if we hadn't met someone completely random. We see some guy walking with a guitar to play on a bench by some lake. It was adorable. He was interesting as fuck. We made a new friend to add to our list of a million, he made two friends to add to the list of maybe 5? It almost hurt :(
So I get home, tired as fuck. My parents go to bed and my mom Freaks the FUCK OUT and lays down on the couch. My dad is drunk as fuck, screaming at me and her, and my brother. He's not supposed to be drinking because his liver is 90% failed and his days are numbered. He does it anyway. So we find where it was all hiding. Almost hundreds of vodka bottles in the CEILING of our bathroom. Fucking creepy. I guess my brother describes our house as a "broken home" in a literal sense as well.
On Sunday I drove to Nichole's for her Birthday :) Ofcourse I got lost only when I entered her development because I honestly am that retarted. Her friend Kaycie (who I found to be extreeemely nice) and then her friend Ryan showed up. We all headed towards the piercing place and lost track of time and turned around. I thought it was funny and I was happy I got to practice driving on the expressway loool. Then we dropped Ryan off to her car so she could get to work on time. Kaycie drove us back to the place in Clementon. When we finally got there she got a tattoo that said faith, it was adorable. I watched NIchole get dermals in her hips. So so so cute. She took it like a champ too, not a tear in her eye even though I thought she was bleeding to death hahaha. Now that I know how to get there, I am definitely gonna make more trips down there.
When I got home I picked up Hannah and we went to Seaside with Brown Boy haha! When I was getting home, I sat in my "drive way" and was trying to fix my "broken" Cd player in my car. I look to my left and see James and Aflo laughing. I asked James to look at the Cd player and it turns out there was nothing in there and that was why it wouldn't eject :)
We went to Batsto the next day, ofcourse, because we love that place. And ofcourse the day wouldn't have been complete if we hadn't met someone completely random. We see some guy walking with a guitar to play on a bench by some lake. It was adorable. He was interesting as fuck. We made a new friend to add to our list of a million, he made two friends to add to the list of maybe 5? It almost hurt :(
So I get home, tired as fuck. My parents go to bed and my mom Freaks the FUCK OUT and lays down on the couch. My dad is drunk as fuck, screaming at me and her, and my brother. He's not supposed to be drinking because his liver is 90% failed and his days are numbered. He does it anyway. So we find where it was all hiding. Almost hundreds of vodka bottles in the CEILING of our bathroom. Fucking creepy. I guess my brother describes our house as a "broken home" in a literal sense as well.