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This is simultaneously the WORST and BEST summer ever.
It's rare that I have a name for the summer... like the summer of My German Spotter.
This year is the summer of excess. EVERYTHING EVER has been done in excess. Really.
I had to call the police on my neighbor on Friday. Two people showed up at her house and asked me for help. She was going to kill herself. It was really scary She's okay.
My dog looks like a freaking bobble head version of a fucktarded poodle. She's not cute anymore. I don't love her as much. That's a lie. But seriously... they left all the fur on her face and tail and fluffed it to ridiculous proportions and then shaved the rest of her. Dumb rat dog... that's what I call her now.
I miss my friends at West Chester. however, I do not miss the university. I wish at least SOME of the people I have been trying to get in touch with would have the decency to call, email, or even right a freaking letter in reply to my many calls, emails, and letters. Assholes. Oh well, If I can't go back to school there... I have awesome plans. I'm gonna be poor as dirt...but I'll be freeeeeeeeeeeee.
He could be that boy... I'm not that girl.
Oh p.s. My family sucks. Except for my Aunt Kathy.
p.p.s.s....(cuz i can make up my own post scripts to letters that aren't really letters if i want to) Now I forgot what I wanna say.
It's rare that I have a name for the summer... like the summer of My German Spotter.
This year is the summer of excess. EVERYTHING EVER has been done in excess. Really.
I had to call the police on my neighbor on Friday. Two people showed up at her house and asked me for help. She was going to kill herself. It was really scary She's okay.
My dog looks like a freaking bobble head version of a fucktarded poodle. She's not cute anymore. I don't love her as much. That's a lie. But seriously... they left all the fur on her face and tail and fluffed it to ridiculous proportions and then shaved the rest of her. Dumb rat dog... that's what I call her now.
I miss my friends at West Chester. however, I do not miss the university. I wish at least SOME of the people I have been trying to get in touch with would have the decency to call, email, or even right a freaking letter in reply to my many calls, emails, and letters. Assholes. Oh well, If I can't go back to school there... I have awesome plans. I'm gonna be poor as dirt...but I'll be freeeeeeeeeeeee.
He could be that boy... I'm not that girl.
Oh p.s. My family sucks. Except for my Aunt Kathy.
p.p.s.s....(cuz i can make up my own post scripts to letters that aren't really letters if i want to) Now I forgot what I wanna say.