I'm Writing This Entry... With Nothing On.

[uncrasimatic]

Weeell. My Dad keeps bitching at me to go get a job. It's not like I haven't tried. I mean, I haven't tried very hard, but I have tried. In all truth, I don't want a job. I don't care about money enough to need it, because I can have fun without money. Sure, it means I'll have next to nothing at Reading, but... what can ya do

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[dinkydoris]

Dont make me use the broom & the lube agen!
u dirty egg!
love ya
xxxxx ;)

[uncrasimatic]

Not the broom! Last time I had splinters for weeks, and I had to sit on a mirror so I could squeeze them out.

Love you too, dear.

x X x ;)