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Hunter goes back to college tomorrow.
that makes me real sad.
we went and saw Four Brothers the other day.
it was one of those movies- the good kind, you know.
speaking of Hunter.
he registered to win a free car at the mall in Morgantown.
funny thing is, he won a four day cruise to the Bahamas.
what a goddamn jackass.
I'm totally jealous.
I'm sad cas I couldn't watch the preshowing of the 40 year old virgin tonight.
in fact, it's playing as we speak.
bastards.
when the FUCK do I get paid?
yeah, I don't know either.
it's been a while.
I hate fifteen year old girls that drive three hours to see my boyfriend.
I guess they hate me to or they wouldn't go.
spiteful sons of bitches.
family counseling again tomorrow.
can't wait for that!
maybe I'll bring cake to, uh, break the tension.
you know, lighten up the mood a little bit.
what do you say we get together later?
get some food, maybe some sex.
and maaaybe, I need to start reading my English books.
I wonder if anyone's taking notes on those.
I freaking love chocolate chips.
they're just SnoCaps without the sprinkles.
why pay $2.25 when they're right inside my cabinet?
nothing rhymes with tobacco.
except whacko.
and ball sacko.
Dirt comes home September 7th.
that's it- the final date.
if they change it again, I'm breaking skulls.
the thought of taco bell makes me want to ralph.
but- that cruncheweesy thing- that's catchy.
I miss puppies.
they have the cutest little bellies.
I hate that.
they're the only thing on the planet that can turn being fat into being cute.
I want it to be October.
I want to go trick or treating soooo badly.
maybe I'll be like..a giant ink pen.
that'd be so badass.
do you remember when McDonalds did that Monopoly game board thing?
my dad used to be obsessed with those.
he has this deal, where like he finds hobbies that he enjoys and then tries to convince me and my brother that they're our hobbies.
like with PETA, my dad joined under my name.
and he bought Hunter one of those United States maps with slots for each state's quarter, but he's the only one that ever puts the quarters in.
me and Caitlin never opened our Churro and/or Popsicle stand.
I haven't worked out at the Y for like two weeks.
maybe you should slap me around a little, call me a bonehead.
how's that sound?
yeah, I figured.
that makes me real sad.
we went and saw Four Brothers the other day.
it was one of those movies- the good kind, you know.
speaking of Hunter.
he registered to win a free car at the mall in Morgantown.
funny thing is, he won a four day cruise to the Bahamas.
what a goddamn jackass.
I'm totally jealous.
I'm sad cas I couldn't watch the preshowing of the 40 year old virgin tonight.
in fact, it's playing as we speak.
bastards.
when the FUCK do I get paid?
yeah, I don't know either.
it's been a while.
I hate fifteen year old girls that drive three hours to see my boyfriend.
I guess they hate me to or they wouldn't go.
spiteful sons of bitches.
family counseling again tomorrow.
can't wait for that!
maybe I'll bring cake to, uh, break the tension.
you know, lighten up the mood a little bit.
what do you say we get together later?
get some food, maybe some sex.
and maaaybe, I need to start reading my English books.
I wonder if anyone's taking notes on those.
I freaking love chocolate chips.
they're just SnoCaps without the sprinkles.
why pay $2.25 when they're right inside my cabinet?
nothing rhymes with tobacco.
except whacko.
and ball sacko.
Dirt comes home September 7th.
that's it- the final date.
if they change it again, I'm breaking skulls.
the thought of taco bell makes me want to ralph.
but- that cruncheweesy thing- that's catchy.
I miss puppies.
they have the cutest little bellies.
I hate that.
they're the only thing on the planet that can turn being fat into being cute.
I want it to be October.
I want to go trick or treating soooo badly.
maybe I'll be like..a giant ink pen.
that'd be so badass.
do you remember when McDonalds did that Monopoly game board thing?
my dad used to be obsessed with those.
he has this deal, where like he finds hobbies that he enjoys and then tries to convince me and my brother that they're our hobbies.
like with PETA, my dad joined under my name.
and he bought Hunter one of those United States maps with slots for each state's quarter, but he's the only one that ever puts the quarters in.
me and Caitlin never opened our Churro and/or Popsicle stand.
I haven't worked out at the Y for like two weeks.
maybe you should slap me around a little, call me a bonehead.
how's that sound?
yeah, I figured.