so i've gotten pretty desperate in my "move me the fuck back to NY" attempts.
i left my journal on the computer desk, because i know my mother can't resist reading it, and wrote a whole journal entry about how i'm going crazy here... and exaggerated alot of things... and yeah... i think she read it last night, but she hasn't said anything to me yet
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i love your icon lol...
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'Cause there wouldn't be any:
-random moments
-talking about weird things
-'fighting' (bitch)
-nintendo games
-free chicken at Linda's. (With Barbeque sauce)
-Drawing all over my arms and your neck.
-burrito's
-CD's
-Jammin' out to the Monkee's like hippies at Lunch.
-Writing things about teachers you don't know.
Okay, so some you can do in NY. But it won't be the same. ::Moon::
-Linda
(Bwahaha)
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Plus, if you leave, I'll have to fuck a bitch up.
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