I got a timpani player this morning, which once again proves that there is no god, and if there is a god, I must have done something to seriously piss him off.
We've moved on, yes. I'm sorry that we couldn't end a friendship on a more amicable note. I'm sorry that I was generally crap about trying to talk to you. I'm sorry that I hurt you so badly
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Me: And how old is your sister? Gloria: She's six. That's old. Me: Guess how old I am. Gloria: 14. Me: Nope, 21. Gloria: I think that's how old my grandma is. Me: Hahahah...no. Gloria: Do you like pink? Me: I do! Gloria: My shirt says princess on it. Me: Are you a princess? Gloria: Yep.