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[Thu 28 May @ 3:28pm] |
I didn't paint Verona's dog. Although whoever did gets a hug.
And who wants to take a trip to this beach with artistic flair with me....
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| 00.32 |
[Fri 15 May @ 9:08pm] |
Some children's books that never got published.....
"The wimp who didn't chase his ball across the street"
"You're never too young to Masturbate"
"Lets throw Rocks at Retards"
"The Shame Of Adoption."
"Let's Run Along The Highway"
"The Secret At The Bottom Of The Pool"
"You Were an Accident"
"Strangers Have the Best Candy"
"Whatever happened to the Little Sissy Who Snitched?"
"Some Kittens Can Fly!"
"Katie Was So Bad Her Mom Stopped Loving Her"
"The Attention Deficit Disorder Association's Book of Wild Animals of North Amer- Hey! Let's Go Ride Bikes!"
"All Dogs Go to Hell"
"The Kids' Guide to Hitchhiking"
"When Mommy and Daddy Don't Know the Answer They Say God Did It"
"What Is That Dog Doing to That Other Dog?"
"Why Can't Mr. Fork and Miss Electrical Outlet Be Friends?"
"Bi-Curious George"
"Daddy Drinks Because You Cry"
"You Are Different and That's Bad"
"The Fallacy of Looking Both Ways Before You Cross the Street"
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| 00.31 |
[Sat 9 May @ 9:17am] |
Seth won't leave me alone. What is wrong with him? He doesn't seem like the needy type... up till this minute. He's either on medication, drugged, or he's fucking with me. Sadly, it could be any of the three. Although I'd hate to see how much alcohol it takes to get him drunk. Or drugged. Fucking pig. He is the swine flu.
I took Oscar to the god damn fucking veterinarian this morning and got her shots. It was a snooze fest, but someone in town owns a monkey. A rambunctious monkey that humped the receptionist and made my day. Monkey humps. Never gets old. Now if it had flung some feces I would be on cloud nine right now.
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[Thu 16 Apr @ 9:49am] |
I smuggled cat in Seth and Cooper's room. If the fucker doesn't catch it on fire and Seth doesn't roll over on top of it and suffocate the thing I might actually get it back. Not that I want it. Maybe I do. I hate it. I wanted to sleep last night so I stuffed him in a bag and tossed him in. He stares at Remy a lot. But then, so does that fucking pervert and we all know what he's looking at.
I noticed this week how many people ignore me on and off the network. Andrew says he tells people to stick to preschool rules of play and if someone says/does something to you that you don't like, ignore them and they will stop. Guess what? I don't stop. I'm not giving up. If you look like your blind pedophile grandfather dressed you I'm going to tell you. If you post boring ass entries and make yourself look lame? Gee, your friends don't even want to comment so I guess I'll have to tell you why. On the flip side it's sort of nice because it makes life a lot easier for me, less detentions, and means I got to the person enough they can no longer defend their fragile little minds.
For the record, I hate Grease.
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| 00.29 |
[Fri 3 Apr @ 11:06pm] |
I'm going to kill him. I should break up with him. I can't believe he did this to me. I fucking hate animals. It was bad enough I had to live in a room with a squirrel before those fuck faces tossed me in a cell but I thought that was done and over with. But now? What the fuck am I supposed to do with a kitten? It looks like a little black and white horror. I hate it. It won't leave me alone and the fucking thing has razors for claws. It attacks my leg and doesn't let go. I'm bleeding everywhere. It's worse than the time I tried to shave my legs when on one too many painkillers. Andrew thinks its a good idea I take care of something. I swear they are in this together. Fucking conspiring against me.
I'm going to just drop it off at the park.
I hate those late night "Call NOW to talk to a lonely single near you" commercials more than I hate shit like myspace and facebook or Baja and her small penised boyfriend and that fucking lame emo kid that walks around here just waiting to be beat up.
Shit. I hate this week.
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| 00.28 |
[Tue 24 Mar @ 12:33pm] |
I worked late last night. Cleaning up after shitty toddlers every afternoon is starting to make me more pissy than usual.
I dyed my hair orange. Remember Vitamin C? She sang a very annoying song.
Why is it there has been absolutely no justice for those of us taken? These fucking douche sacks are in this state, somewhere, at least have or had a temporary location here and we've found nothing? Can't we just stick Moretti in the middle of town and wait for him to hear keywords and then do some, I don't know, investigating? I just feel like nothing has been done. I am sure things were at one point but people seem to have forgotten that fucking group is responsible for kidnapping and experimenting on students from this school. If they can bomb bathrooms in very populated places and kill innocent people, what else can they do? Anything. Some damn Asian said that they were more advanced than this school would ever be and had much more skills. So. That's nice to know, right? Let's do nothing about it. Whatever. I know this (pointing out no one is doing shit) isn't the case so you can all just shut the fuck up now and spare me the lectures.
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| 00.27 |
[Thu 12 Mar @ 9:55am] |
I got slapped by an old person at the grocery. What the fuck I was doing there in the first place is beyond me, I don't even remember, but calling your boyfriend a cunt in front of a 80 year old woman with moles on her eyelids had that effect. It was great, though. I stole the milk out of her cart and took off.
Why did God give a woman 3 holes? So when there drunk you carry them home like a six-pack.
A couple of maxi-pads are floating down the sewer pipe feeling a bit flushed when they spotted two tampons coming towards them. One maxi-pad said to the other "Do you think we should say hello to those tampons?" The other pad says "Fuck them, they're stuck up twats!"
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| 00.26 |
[Thu 5 Mar @ 1:06pm] |
Saturday couldn't come more quickly. I want this wedding over with. I think I might start calling Lisa 'The Step Mother'. This annoys Andrew, which is why I want to do it more. And you know what he did to me? Our lovely school shrink forced emotions onto me so I'd behave at dinner the other night. I am SO pissed off. I don't think he's ever done that to me before. Fucking hell. I don't deserved toyed with just to make his life easier!
Look at me. Whining like half of you do every fucking day on this network. I've had countless teachers calmly trying to tell me to tone it down and if I don't have something nice to say not to say it at all. Well. I happen to think some of this sad fucks I go to school with needs truth before they need lobotomies. If I have to be the bringer of hate, I'll do it, cause fuck, there's only so much we can take as a collective of human beings reading the sad sappy lives of emo-ridden teenage angst and assholes.
I know where Seth works. I've withheld this information all week. I can't take it anymore. I know and he didn't want me to know and the fact that he's working at a place I can't figure out why he wouldn't want me to know only hurts and makes me angry. It's okay. I'm over it. He looks good. I can't help but like that. So I'll keep his secret. Doesn't mean I'm going to play nice, though.
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[Mon 2 Mar @ 9:13am] |
The wedding is this Saturday. I don't work all week because apparently there is a lot of things that need to get done for a few minutes of repeated vows and shit. Lisa is making her own cake and I've been told to stay away. I guess my loud mouth throws people off or something. Who makes their own wedding cake? Not to mention you know how much of it she has to make because they are doing this here? What happened to eloping to Vegas, gambling, getting drunk, and then married? I just don't get it.
Anyway what I meant to type here was that I need to go shopping with a group of females who know what they are doing. I need dressed. Styled. Makeup. Fucking hell. I can't figure it out on my own because I throw tantrums and get kicked out of stores so if I group it, I should blend in or some shit. Plus I could use opinions. No miracles. Just presentable for one day.
I'm obsessed with playing Uno. I need a life.
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| 00.24 |
[Wed 18 Feb @ 7:15pm] |
Who knew Pepper was a real person? Not just a cute and way too perky cutout. We bought a penis shaped pinata - she knew certain brand names of things. The girl is human. I thought I should let everyone know. I seriously don't know how this school is going to function without her next year. Anyway, point being is that I've got this Penis Pinata and nothing to do. So I was thinking... some of the old ladies are throwing Miss Wilson a bridal party... but I think some of us (lady) students should throw her a tiny party and feature the pinata. This thing is full of phallic shaped goodness.
Besides balancing a job I'm getting good grades. Bs. Hear that, fuckers? I'm getting B+'s. Fuck off. I have a brain. I also have money and a bank account that has the money in it. Okay, I didn't do a complete turn around or anything. I got detention for 'talking back' but I'm never going to be a perfect angel so, whatever.
I bleached my hair white instead of blue and some kids at the daycare center put streaks in from highlighters. I have no idea what to do with the mess so I'll figure it out tomorrow. Tonight? I'm yelling at Seth and doing laundry.
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| 00.23 |
[Sun 8 Feb @ 5:07pm] |
OMFG. You fucking people and your excitement over Valentines Day. It's just an excuse for boys to feel up someone and for girls to get presents. It's the most ridiculous holiday ever. I am so fucking sick of the red hearts everywhere and people posting about their plans. Who the fuck cares? Chocolate, flowers, hurray! It really doesn't get more exciting than that. Although I'll place bets on someone getting knocked up over the course of next weekend. So-called fucking romantic guys are just giving you things so you slide off your panties.
Yet the adult store near where I work (because every daycare center needs to be across the street from that sort of place) has some funny Valentines chocolate boxes I think I'll be buying. There's romance for you. Chocolate covered cock shaped pretzels. Rock on.
I want to go do something. But what? Oh my fucking god I actually typed that. This is what happens when you become dependent on someone to entertain you. Fuck.
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| 00.22 |
[Wed 21 Jan @ 6:42pm] |
NO WORK. I took off the rest of the week seeing as tomorrow is my birthday (and frankly, I'll take the excuse to be lazy). Don't get excited, kids. No clowns and balloons. Well, maybe balloons. I have some from the party shop I've been going to. So depending on my mood - balloons. Maybe I'll give one to Kyle since today is his birthday and he's whining about it happening during exams. What is with everyone studying like it's the end of the world? Most of you are going to end up working at walmart or residing in the state prison. Not to mention the way certain people out there are treating psychics? Right.
I'm getting a fucking roommate. I am not happy about this. I guess my moods been lifted and they feel it's safe. If she's some richy prissy bitch or a butch? I fucking quit.
Also did someone urinate in the rec room or does someone have a male cat whose needs neutered? Because, fuck. It stinks near the couch.
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| 00.21 |
[Thu 8 Jan @ 6:46am] |
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I got punched by a four year old. Stabbed with various pointy toys. Hair pulled. Kicked. Juice all over my clean clothes... I think the girl working purposefully had me give them grape juice. Stupidest thing in the freaking world. I may just piss in her car. All in all it was a pretty eventful first day of work and, I have to say, amusing. What's even better is the fact there is a small chain of stores next to the building I work in and one is a party shop with a wide variety of phallic shaped foods and knickknacks in the bachelorette aisle. I ended up buying some "after dinner nipples" which are little mints, and some cookie cutters... which I need to bond with Miss Wilson, so maybe I'll bake. The sick thing is she is probably reading this and excited at the prospect of me even wanting to cook, not caring I want to bake phallic shaped snacks - and even then, she's not going to care. Yates, on the other hand, is going to pull me aside for another Birds & The Bees discussion.
( private to self )
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[Mon 5 Jan @ 12:39pm] |
Good morning starshine, the Earth says hello!
Feel bad for me. I spent a month wearing the same clothes with people watching me go to the bathroom AND having to watch my boyfriend get felt up by an old guy who fancied himself a doctor... all to come back here and have to put up with half the student body being lame and the other half writing about how horrible it is to have to go back to class and how tired they are. You all have it so well off and live such self-centered pathetic little lives and I could pinch every single one of your cheeks and slap you on the ass and walk around whistling. Because I'm in a good mood and I like this place. Fuck yeah.
The security chick with the fast car is teaching me how to drive this week. Sorry, Seth. I know how much you were looking forward to eating some Nova-killed squirrels for dinner.
And what the fuck does "casual" clothes mean? Simple, right? Jeans. T-shirt. Something with buttons?
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[Thu 1 Jan @ 8:52pm] |
They might think they are the top of the ladder of life but they still kidnap and abuse people. That's pretty fucking retarded. I bet their tech is giggling while he jerks off to videos of little kids and giant balls exploding. He'll burn in hell, provided there is one. They all will. Fuck-O can go with them. He underestimated me and this schools ability to teach me how to use and control my ability. I'm Moses. You can't beat that shit.
[Private to Students]
I caught some girls smoking in the bathroom. Not even cigarettes. This school is going under. I find it hilarious.
Andrew asked me to be in his wedding today. I can't make this shit up. I bet he expects me to be a flower girl or something. He did not specify as to what and dropped the subject when he saw my face. I don't know whether to say yes because it might horrify the kitchen lady, or say no as an early wedding present. He also wants me to learn to drive... why?
[/Private to Students]
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[Wed 17 Dec @ 7:11pm] |
Whoever left cookies outside of my door --- thanks. You could have knocked. I probably wouldn't have shut the door in the face of cookies. They were probably the best damn cookies I've had in a long time. Next time, feel free to bring me peanut butter ones. In fact, I think I'm going to learn how to make peanut butter cookies. It's easy, right? Sounds like something I should do, or something. Whatever. Fuck. I need to gain like 15lbs. But, seriously girls, don't get kidnapped just to lose weight. It's not pretty when your naked and you can see all those bones. I'm a fucking ugly ass skeleton. Gross. And why do I have to be so short? I'm fucking wearing stilts. Stilts that I can beat people with.
My roommate left. It's empty. I think I'm going to get my own Christmas tree. Maybe a couch. Can I do that? No one wants to room with me, anyway. I'd probably make them cry like the last girl. I mean, yeah. I realize I'm rude and annoying and mean, but you know what? Oh well. That's life. One fuck up after the next.
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[Mon 10 Nov @ 8:44am] |
[Private to Students]
Of all the lousy days to decide to attempt winning a bet. Safe sex? Is this a request? Honestly, of all days this could be forced it has to be today. Well, lovely. I can manage. I've had the "save sex till marriage" routine from a man who ended up getting a woman pregnant after a month or two of dating? Yeaaaah. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. It doesn't count if I don't say it outloud. Really, though, if anyone hasn't figured out how to use a condom there are bigger problems at this school than safer sex. Leave it to the adults to think everyones getting naked and swopping sperm and diseases.
Everyone is assuming a student got knocked up. You're all a bunch of fucking morons. So which one of you got caught? Because this is going to be a riot. Normally I'd just walk straight to detention, but maybe I'll learn something! Hahaha.
[/Private to Students]
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[Sun 9 Nov @ 1:24pm] |
I ran over a squirrel the other day. I actually felt bad, but at the same time I was hoping it was my roommates squirrel... but it wasn't. Oh well. It was an accident and not intentional so whatever. It's a squirrel. They don't even go to heaven according to most people. Driving isn't for me. I'll probably have to mooch off people and use public transportation my whole life. No big deal. I love people who ride the bus, anyway.
Mr. Yates is having a kid with the kitchen lady. I love kids and I'm excited since its the closest thing I'm ever going to have to a sibling, but he hasn't even been dating her very long and I can't even LOL in my own journal here. What the fuck? This is so unfair.
I'm done with garbage duty. Anyone else thinks Mr. Moretti walks around looking/listening for reasons to make us do his work? And he gets paid. Ha!
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[Wed 5 Nov @ 2:33pm] |
I finally watched Bambi last night while the election was on (boooooring) and I don't see the big deal. It wasn't at all sad to the point I wanted to cry. It wasn't very entertaining, either. I wanted to shoot half the animals at all times. I liked the skunk for five seconds. Was not impressed. I should stick to T2, City of Lost Children (and that's in French! Which I don't fucking speak) and, hell. I don't know. I guess I'm just not into movies and whatever.
Not impressed by Halloween. Thanksgiving is even worse. Forget about Christmas. I'm just not into Holiday's, either. Except I'm going to have to read through thousands of entries about all these things starting now because its what you kids do.
Kirsten... same problem as before. Can I stop by later?
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| 00.14 |
[Sat 25 Oct @ 8:12pm] |
I need a new toothbrush. I broke mine in half. I spent most of the day attempting to play basketball. It's definitely not the sport for me. I'll stick to skateboarding and swimming. You know, I hate swimming. Totally strange for me, but whatever.
Everyone knows that Mr. Yates is screwing dating the kitchen lady, right?
Kirsten, can I come over later? I need you to take care of something. I can't pay you... but I can owe you?
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| 00.13 |
[Tue 21 Oct @ 7:14pm] |
I choked on a strawberry today. In the cafeteria. I had to do that back of a chair self heimlich. I'm pretty annoyed. I could have died... by strawberry. Whatever.
I dyed my hair blue again today. I feel blue. Isn't that emo of me?
( private to seth )
That's my daily dose of keyboard typing.
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| 00.12 |
[Thu 16 Oct @ 9:49am] |
I snuck went into a jazz club last night and I can still feel the bass running through my body and my head hurts. I know I'm not exactly candidate for the jazz scene and I ended up having to bite someone to get out of my way but I heard they gave kids alcohol without carding but it was a lot better than hanging out here. I thought it was going to be full of old people, but there were plenty of nice (as in less annoying than I'm used to) young people willing to buy me beer. Still doesn't beat going to metal concerts and making fun of the people who take that shit serious.
I haven't got detention all week nor have I attempted murder on my roommate or her squirrely companion.
Fuck off, everyone. I hate you all.
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| 00.11 |
[Mon 13 Oct @ 7:53pm] |
I skipped class today and went into town and ended up being stalked by a burrito wielding guy with hair that reminds of me Krusty the Clown. The problem was that he wasn't an old person. Just a really disturbing sort of guy. I couldn't even muster up enough water to attack him with. Thus, I am frustrated, and PMSing. I broke my computer desk and used duct tape to fix it. I am not a handyman. I don't fucking fix things. Duct tape rules.
They sell things at WalMart to trap and get rid of squirrels.
Just saying.
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| 00.10 |
[Sun 28 Sep @ 9:28pm] |
Old people making out makes me want to commit suicide by age thirty. You get that Mr. Yates?
I also live with a squirrel. Literally.
I'm thinking about going in the rodent extermination business or perhaps stealing one of my roommates witchcraft (wtf?) books and putting some hocus pocus on that thing. Actually it's not that bad, but you know. Whatever. It's actually pretty cute.
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| 00.9 |
[Fri 19 Sep @ 6:27pm] |
I feel energized and it rained for a while this morning and I got to screw around.
I even managed to not break anything in my room today and not get detention. Friday's are usually sweet like that, eh?
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| 00.8 |
[Thu 11 Sep @ 9:40am] |
I can walk now thanks to Kirsten. She's nice. Whatever. I thanked her. I'll freaking bake her a cake if I wanted to stand around in the kitchen that long or something. Maybe I'll fold up a piece of paper and write "Thanks" on it and slip it under her door. If I get within two feet of her roommate I might break someones nose so chances are she'll read this and see that I am very grateful for her helping me. Duty done or something.
I have this urge to get arrested so I can get kicked out of here. Then I realized I like it here. I fucking hate myself.
Mr. Yates thinks I'm showing improvement this year. I think it's called inner dialogue.
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[Wed 10 Sep @ 5:48pm] |
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Whatever. When is it going to rain?
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[Fri 29 Aug @ 6:27pm] |
The tall guy is awesome. He helped me to the rec room, where I stayed until 20 minutes ago and spent forever getting back to my room. Um... I'm going to write that Kirsten girl an apology of sorts and see if she can help me a little. I really don't want to have a broken bone and not be able to take any pain medication and just sort of be.. like this. And I didn't even snap at my roommate today. Is a broken ankle cure for a bad attitude? Fuck no. I still hate most everyone.
Maddox. I need to go out later. You're coming with. I don't snap at you nearly as often as most people. Deal with it.
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[Wed 27 Aug @ 5:01pm] |
I broke my ankle today. I'm not going to apologize for this...
FUCKING ASSHOLES IN THE KITCHEN?! WHAT DO YOU THINK 'WET FLOOR SIGNS' ARE FOR?
I mean, really! You are paid to put shitty food out there and you expect us all not to complain about government food - not that I really mind that part, I'm just ranting. Somehow I get made the villain out of this? I fucking slipped in a recently mopped area and there were o fucking signs.
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[Sun 24 Aug @ 11:22am] |
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What the fuck is so wrong with being atheist? There is clearly something a lot more deep rooted and fucked up with the religious people who walk around practically sounding like the homeless guy on the corner of main street whose convinced the end of the world is the day before Thanksgiving this year. It's disturbing and, frankly, rude to pressure your personal beliefs on others. I don't walk around telling you that I don't believe in your gods and why and belittle you for the obvious brainwashing that's occurred through our short history. I don't need saved and I don't want informed.
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[Mon 11 Aug @ 8:13am] |
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I SERIOUSLY HATE SUMMER
Waking up to lawn mowing - weed whacking - chain saw sounding landscaping trash - is total shit! Summer means sleeping in. Not setting your alarm. But this fucking Monday = lawn service or something. What the hell?! I don't see the need to make this place pristine and I can't even imagine how much renting a landscaping service to do this is and if Zener staff has a budget that big, why on Earth was there no TP in the public restroom yesterday? You ever have to sit on a toilet and air dry? Seriously, no no no.
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[Tue 5 Aug @ 2:10pm] |
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I stepped on someones ipod in the rec room. I think I cracked the screen. I don't fucking care, so, bite me. I'm sure you - whoever you are - can afford a new one or probably have backup. Since it was one of those fancy-like big ones. Yeah. And it was an accident so don't get all upset. Shouldn't leave things on the ground, eh?
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[Sun 3 Aug @ 11:04pm] |
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I hardly ever use this thing and when I do it's usually a list of complaints. Which is actually very good to do. Making lists and shit.
I want to get a tattoo, but I have no legal guardians who will sign the papers. I'm only 16. It's apparently fucking amazing that I have so many piercings and some in not so seen places. Yet I can't even sneak out to get a tattoo. Are there freaking prophets at Zener I don't know about? I swear some teacher always stops me on my way out to see where I'm going. It's like they know. Fucking hell.
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