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Thursday, January 15, 2009
Tightrope walking. That's out of the question, confirm plus chop, maybe a passport too.
My mom thinks I am insane, laughing, shouting, dancing, screaming, crying like a red indian, HAHAHA! My sister thinks I am troublesome, perfecting everything I do, including my perfect andoneh dance. My brother thinks I am funny, he laughs at me when I do stupid things. HAHAHA, this is so fronging duck shit fugly random to the max I don't know how to continue anything.
Right, I did something I never want to do, cruelty, disgust, guilt, oh dear. Oh no. Oh man. Oh dad. Oh my Goldilocks. Shizz.
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