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barbie's back, meaning my home has turned itself back into the burnout hangout. oo nothing better than waking up to "fuck the man, man" hippies rotting away on my couch. looking at me like sick puppies when i make food. no fucking way i'm feeding them. they should get jobs and buy their own god damn food. and stop living with their parents. so that they don't have to invade my space here. ugh its obnoxious. there they are just sitting around my living room. going through my fridge. and its not like theyre bad guys, theyre just really annoying ones. that i don't like hanging out with. whatever. three more weeks. then its august, the month of going home and loving luke. i can hold out on happy till then.