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I'm at my parents'. Tomorrow I get ink with my mother.

Then I go home.
How I hate going home.
Everything is there for me but her...
...and yet when I leave my mom, everything else is ash and filler.

God, I'm such a Mommy's girl.

Also, I have far too much tequila and no one to drink it with me.

Margaritas anyone?

I talked to my mom today, and she wants to get her belly button pierced and a tattoo. So I'm going home mid September, and my Mom and I are getting our belly buttons pierced and matching mohter/daughter tattoos.
And, she's paying for it.
I have the most aweesome mom in the entire world.
I love her so much.

That's right, you're all jealous.Bitches

Click.
Click.
Boom.

By the time you read this,
Brandy will be gone.
Another personality is already planning a takeover.

Goodbye me,
hello stranger

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I'm feeling stabby.
Honestly, I should not read things written by insipid whiny dolts.
Their words only make me twitchy.

*edited for clarity*
this has nothing to do with ayone I know and everything to do with an article I read.
*sigh*

Bloody Americans.

I posted the journal as soon as I heard the news that a plane had gone kaboom.
Nobody died...yet.

I jumped the gun.

Sue me.

Plane go crash.
Crash make BOOM!
Boom make fire.
Fire kill things.
Poor things.

Dammit, I'm sick of mass amounts of people dying when it doesn't further my plans for world domination.