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Feb 04, 2006 02:41

a story about lighters.

so i was out all tonight. sweet date with sean basically. so i get home and watch my friday shows via tivo. i go to have a cigarette and i'm like "where all my lighters at". i'm pretty sure i had three laying around. i searched high and low and couldn't find any of them. so, i'm thinking my parents are up to my cigarette nonsense. i feel like a 9th grader right now saying "hehehe i think my parents found my cigarettes hehehehehehe". they don't know i smoke, and it's none of their business really, so i could care less, but where the hell are my lighters? the upsetting part isnt that i don't have a lighter right now, but i can't find my miracle lighter. it's a lighter sean gave to me, probably a little more than a year ago, and it was my first lighter to call my own. he took the safety off of it for me, because it was hard for me or something, i don't remember why it was a year ago. and it's a miracle, because i've been using it for a year and it still works. and i think they took it. what a bunch of jerks.

the end.
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