so within the first ten minutes of me turning in to harts cove, slight not so disastrous but still horrible events befell me. first 3 fire ants emerged from who knows where while i was about to park and bit me. i swerved like i was driving miss daisy. and then i ran up to my bathroom because i needed to pee like seabiscuit. and in my haste i cut my finger on my belt buckle and it bled everywhere. and then i went to the mailbox and noticed it said "Bryan Mortera". so either bryan forgot to forward his address or we have a roomate we dont know about, or ive been changed into a boy.
great stuff no? well on the bright side, we have a historical coffee table. it's melissa's great grandmother's. and melissa used to play with her barbies on it. remember that if you ever use it. and we just scored free barstools. and mom asked if we needed anything else. i feel like mrs. gilmore is furnishing our apartment.
then i got a lovely phone call from Dad. NOT. funny how things don't change. ya know i learned about me in life span development psychology. about kids who arent raised with enough positive reinforcement. and so they're angry. i spent a good bit of my teen years angry. and i am angry now.
well anyway, me and lissa are now having a good ol' fashion harry potter marathon so i can get my mind off of it and calm down. except we're starting with number four so we can see rob pattinson.
and my thoughts go out to all you lost fans tonight. may this be the end of your torture, anger, bafflement, and downright craziness.
i just ate a cookie,...starting to feel much better
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