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Saturday, June 07, 2008

i think my life changed this week.


Wednesday, September 19, 2007

mom: if you were hungry when you came home, why didn't you drink water?

i think i'm on the way to being starved.


Saturday, September 15, 2007

a word to the wise

i witnessed a minor fender bender on the way to work yesterday. a camry was trying to change lanes but the nissan in the other lane hadn't started moving yet. the camry tapped the nissan in the back. and while the camry came out unscathed (of course), the little nissan started shaking like crazy.

moral of the story? don't buy a nissan.


Friday, August 20, 2004

oh eunice...how i've missed you...

the past couple of days were fun

come back home soon okay?


Saturday, August 14, 2004

at first i was a little sad that i'm leaving houston again. i got used to it here. but my mom is making it VERY easy for me to pack up my things and get my ass out of here.

 

1. i can't do my own laundry. just...not allowed to. and she shrinks my clothes and pesters me about what i wash and what i need to wash. shouldn't i be the judge of that? it's my clothes...

2. she freaks out about things like open closet doors. and i'm in the middle of packing. why does she need to come to my room to close my closet door when i'm obviously going in and out of it???

3. she asks what i eat for breakfast, then wonders why the wrapper isn't in the kitchen trashcan...uh...i threw it away elsewhere?

 

i'm going crazy...someone please save me from this hellhole that i live in.



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