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[arsch_arse]

Say's Sarah, "I need to burp. BURRRP. Excuse me, that's really sick..." Yeah... she said that. And you had to read it. How does that make you feel? Not very good, eh? Well try sitting here while she does it. Yeah, I could smell it! Only not really. I'm kidding. Sarah didn't even say that. Yes she did

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[rosmiles]

It's okay, it was a kiss on the forehead. Act normal around me...and by normal I mean call me right back if you say "Can I call you right back?" unless I say no. My lips taste orangey. You can't taste them though. What's the deal with your right eye? Got a twitch? There's a gnat that lives near the computer. I named it Terrets because it makes my mom randomly clap. I named the pink blob of bubblegum on the stairs that has been there since we moved in Philip. And I named the paper shredder at work Dewey. I think I have a problem. And it's called typing too much. I really should use all this good stuff and put it in an update of my own. But now my fingers are too tired and I can't. Too bad. No one gets to know what goes on in my life...not that anyone cares that much anyway...

[arsch_arse]

So I just ate Sarah's last piece of chocolate cake, but I ate it sort of fast so it feels like it's all stuck in my throat. Am I choking? I think I might be choking. I kinda want to get my hair cut. Not sure why, really. Two days ago I didn't even like chocolate cake. Tiff did a really good job. And sorry I forgot to call you back... we were making plans and then I sort of ran around the house madly for a couple of minutes and then we left to pick up jon for the park. I say pick up, but we walked there and then he walked with us (sarah and I if you hadn't figured that out yet). Yup yup, bedtime for Libby. Sorry, I'll call you tomorrow. And I'll act as normal as I possible can, but I make no promises that it'll seem normal to you! Good Day

[arsch_arse]

I care weena. I care a lot. A lot a lot. My eyes are going shut! I don't know if I should drive home.