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there is something wrong with the AC upstairs...it is like walking into a sauna...not to say that losing, like, ten million pounds in waterwieght isn't nice, but I really don't need to be sweating while I watch TV...I think I'm gonna have to go play some more videogames because that all the downstairs TV seems to be able to do...This sucks and, even worse, I think I might actually like Laguna Beach...uggh
I don't know what I'm gonna do about tomorrow...I have to go get mom's car before I pick my rents up from the airport because I promised mom I would, I have to water her plants to death because I sorta forgot to water them everyday, I have to convince my brother to clean up the mess he made with the mini-pool parties he threw every night and the dishes, cups, beer bottles, etc. that are lying around our house, I have to pick up my parents from the airport when I'm supposed to be watching the office and answering phones/filing/whatever, and insano-Mickey took the liberty of hiring idiotic repairmen to come to the house tomorrow without telling us even though these guys suck and dad has connections with this one guy who supposedly fixed our AC three weeks ago and the idiots will probably be coming when we are gone, and I don't even know when they are really gonna get in and get their bags by because planes suck and ETAs are ALWAYS offand even if they don't come then, Mark and Celeste called the connected AC guy tonight and asked him to stop by tomorrow and fix our AC, and I don't knwo how Mickey expected me and my brother to pay for a repairman anyways..I mean>..WHAT THE HELL WAS SHE THINKING ?????. She always pisses me off because her ideas never make sense. She called our house, like, three times in one day, and the last time she was like: "someone needs to call me back, beacsue we really need to set up a system of communication"...I'm sorry that we don't checdk the messages every three minutes...actually one of the messages, I had ignored her call because she is so desparate sounding and so ...I can't even describe it...she is phjubijigit...I just created that word, it is not a Wheless...
tomorrow is gonna suck
I don't know what I'm gonna do about tomorrow...I have to go get mom's car before I pick my rents up from the airport because I promised mom I would, I have to water her plants to death because I sorta forgot to water them everyday, I have to convince my brother to clean up the mess he made with the mini-pool parties he threw every night and the dishes, cups, beer bottles, etc. that are lying around our house, I have to pick up my parents from the airport when I'm supposed to be watching the office and answering phones/filing/whatever, and insano-Mickey took the liberty of hiring idiotic repairmen to come to the house tomorrow without telling us even though these guys suck and dad has connections with this one guy who supposedly fixed our AC three weeks ago and the idiots will probably be coming when we are gone, and I don't even know when they are really gonna get in and get their bags by because planes suck and ETAs are ALWAYS offand even if they don't come then, Mark and Celeste called the connected AC guy tonight and asked him to stop by tomorrow and fix our AC, and I don't knwo how Mickey expected me and my brother to pay for a repairman anyways..I mean>..WHAT THE HELL WAS SHE THINKING ?????. She always pisses me off because her ideas never make sense. She called our house, like, three times in one day, and the last time she was like: "someone needs to call me back, beacsue we really need to set up a system of communication"...I'm sorry that we don't checdk the messages every three minutes...actually one of the messages, I had ignored her call because she is so desparate sounding and so ...I can't even describe it...she is phjubijigit...I just created that word, it is not a Wheless...
tomorrow is gonna suck