I think the hope a journal like this must be that if I write a thought down, it will leave me alone. Probably not, though; a hope that unrealistic is untenable. Anyway, some thoughts
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My dad does the same thing as your mom. I don't know why, but it's definitely strange. For example, when we were younger, I liked blue, Brooke liked green, and Brie liked purple. Even now, whenever he gets things for all three of us, I get it in blue, Brooke gets it in green, and Brie gets it in purple.
well, you know my opinions on the inevitability of things, making sense, and all that sort of thing. It's all bound up in the Grand Unified Theory of Everything, which we suspect to exist but have never actually proved. I'm certain it's out there, though. By the way, if you'll send your phone number to my gmail address, I'll give you a phone call. Same goes for anyone who knows me that reads this post. Cheers!
(937) 627-8048 or 627-8049. The first one has an answering machine; don't be scared. If it picks up, it probably just means that whoever's in the living room doesn't feel like answering the phone without proof of a good reason to do so.
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Parents are strange.
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