I'm packing my shit.

I know I won't be able to go, because my mom's a sandy-cunted bitch, but it doesn't hurt to pack it anyway.

I need to thin out some stuff, I just remembered that I'm not going to have as much storage space as I did in the tower.

But everything I've got, I'm pretty sure I'd need. I'm not packing my stuffed animals or hair straightening goods, I'm supposed to keep my hair until Thanksgiving.

I've gotta buy new socks, and wash my bed linens and some tshirts.

*sigh*

Stupid woman being so... stupid.

Then she keeps trying to talk to me.

ABOUT THE SAME FUCKING THING. OVER. AND OVER. AND OVER. AND OVER.

I could understand if I ignored her the first time, but sheesh.

She doesn't know how to stop.

Then she goes on about how I can talk to her about whatever. But then when I do, she never shuts the fuck up.

If I read through my blog, I'm sure there are at least two posts like this on every page.

Fucking bitch.

On your place I would not do it.
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» Blake (60.217.248.82) on 2010-09-02 12:52:23

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