Slash, scratched the hell out of my arm because I stupidly tried to pet the little furball of doom. Effing hell those scratches hurt. I'm staying away from that fucking cat.
I'm going to hurt my father. He calls me up while I'm doing the Truax homework I remembered around...9ish to ask me about his effing CRIBBAGE HAND. I promise you. The conversation went like this
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I enjoyed having my mother's friends teach me how to make a bong out of a toilet paper roll and tin foil. Also saw one of the worst movies ever with Pooh, but that's okay, because my mom paid for it.
Also, SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO excited for B&W waltz tomorrow night!
this, motherfuckers, is the issue with my clock being an hour ahead and my neck hurting like a bastard. I've just achieved...four hours of sleep. Fucking Hell.
Man, Sahalie was sooooo much fun this year. Partied until we could party no more, danced until we could dance no more, and just generally had a good time.
Went to see The Producers with Kyra today. It was good. I generally can't stand Matthew Broderick, and this time was no exception. But this one scene where they were singing "Keep it gay" pretty much made the movie worth it
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