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So i have a story.... Every once and a while Randy will tell people of the time he got hit by a race car in my neighborhood and went through the windshield and then got $10,000 and 4 pounds of pot....I even agreed to this ludacris story just to make him smile... Well, not just to make him smile.
Ever since I was a kid...I've been a dreamer....a compulsive liar. Why? Because my mind's past is so much better than my true life. Things I think of.... The cool things that would be the funniest if I did them.... The things I've done, the outragious claims I've made.... I don't even know what's the truth anymore. I'd be sitting there, living my normal life when I think of something to say that would be funny, but only if it had happened to me or someone else.... So I add it into the stories of my life... Only I haven't actually done it. Ha...Isn't life grand?
I've lived in a fantasy world long enough....
I hope my mom gives me a large amount of cleaning supplies as a going away present....I may need it at some point...
Hmmm... Fresh Laundry.
That sounds nice.
I see Sean tomorrow....I don't know what to do until then...