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Things to look forward to.
On my twenty-second birthday (01/08/2007), I will be getting my first tattoo:
He thrusts his fist against the post and still insists he sees the ghost.The first sentence I had ever read that ellicted a shiver along my spine in the first book that ever caused me to sleep with all the lights by my favorite author. It'll be the first present I've ever ( Read more... ) -
This fucking killed me. I died.
You Know You're Italian If ...
1. You have at least one relative who wore a black dress every day for a entire year after a funeral.
2 You spent your entire childhood thinking that what you ate for lunch was pronounced 'sangwich.'
3. Your family dog understood Italian.
4. Every Sunday afternoon of your childhood was spent visiting your ( Read more... ) -
3 1/2 years later.
This is the last post I will ever make from mine and Doug's apartment.
We hand in the keys today and he goes to live with his sister in Royal Oak and I go back to living with my Mom.
Regression is a bitch. -
Me and my Dad on the phone.
Holly: Where are you?
Dad: At Saint Angela's. Emily [my niece] had her Johnny Appleseed recital today.
Holly: Yeah?
Dad: Yeah, did you know Johnny Appleseed was a real guy and not just a story?!
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C is for College Education.
I have almost 3 hours between two classes so I went to McDonald's (On 12 mile at Hayes) to grab a bite and was so fucking bored out of my mind, this was created.
Fat girl at McDonald's. Anyone surprised?
Also, if you don't want to watch me being awesome, take me off your fucking friends list and go eat dog shit. -
Things I don't quite understand.
I am sitting in the library, attempting Math homework, and a brass band is practicing 15 feet away.
WTF, Macomb? WTF.
Also, I wrote an 1100 word essay on how to make Nissan instant ramen noodles. I rule at life.
