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I'm sick of hearing the word Two-Faced, the sad part is, it's come out of my mouth about 4561455456 times.
I had a good weekend, very very good weekend. I coulden't ask for better people to spend it with either.
I went to the Momorial Day parade, to watch Pa in the Fire truck. First off me and Kate rolled out of bed about 10 minutes before it started, so we ate our breakfast on the way. But we sat down all happy ready to get our candy, when some punk ass bitches where stealing it. It got so violent, the one girl stepped on my hand then stole my candy, then I set blockage on them and my cell phone fell out of my pocket and she kicked it, and stole my candy. I skinned my knees and she stole my candy, Did I mention she stole my candy? I got beat up by a 12 year old. I yelled though and cursed and threw a few elbows. She's lucky there where little kids around because I almost unleashed and went on a violent rage.
Well thats all for now.
Peace<333