Tuesday, May 23, 2006
*disclaimer*
The following posts were written in a delusional, "it's almost the end of school and I'm quite cuckoo" state of mind. Please forgive the fluff. I don't think I could have an intelligent adult conversation if I tried; it might just push me over the edge, and let me tell you, there's not much keeping me on.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY LATE SKETS!!!!!!!! I am so very sorry I didn't call...Tori's been throwing up and sick and I honestly don't know where my mind is at. I'll try Sunday night...I'm so very sorry...PLEASE FORGIVE ME :)
are you sane yet?
smirnoff is a beer. The back of the bottle says "flavored beer". In Europe, it's actually a mixed drink with vodka, though.
And I couldn't possibly start anything at Grandma's. Everyone else is stirring up enough drama. Jason's in a hospital, by the way. All I could do is steer the usual Sunday discussion in a different direction.
Besides, what you don't realize is that most of them are used to me anyway. My gleeful shouts of liberal propaganda haven't stirred up problems since my argument with Bobby over Christ's race.
You ought to be sane now, aren't you on vacation? Go get some good books and ride your bike around. Sounds like a good time to me.
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