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Thirty seconds....and go
I hate being left out of things. It's dumb, but I will probably hate it forever. Try as I might I won't be able to improve upon that.
Wow, I type slowly. That's all I could get in thirty seconds.
I have a semi-formal to go to tonight and I STILL don't know what to wear. Why don't I dress like an adult and have grownup clothes that are not thrifted or worn at the bottom? Cause that would clearly not be any fun at all, now would it?
The growth on the side of my head (which I have named Carmine Conquistadore) is still apparent but much less so than a few days ago. I am slowly gaining ground Carmine. Beware! It would be nice to have completely obliterated him before than dance, but alas that is not to be. I will simply have to dazzle everyone with me personality rather than my looks. Hmm...I don't think I've actually ever tried that before. Maybe I'll just take off my pants instead.