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Sweet Jesus, help me. Mary Mother of God help me. St. Jude Patron Saint of Hopeless Situations help me. St. Dymphna Patron Saint of Lunatics help me. (Help me alot!!!)
I stole my grandmother's car and am now in town, all by myself, for the first time in over a week.
Someone, take pity on my poor soul and KILL ME?!?!?!?
Three dogs. A rabbit. Three cats, two birds, two hermit crabs, a fish, two psychotic cousins, an aunt who's manic depressive and talks to herself and a sick grandmother who can barely walk on her own and complains ALOT.
AND ANOTHER MOTHERFUCKING DOG ON THE WAY!!!!!!!
Hopefully I'll be back next Friday. If I don't commit a few murders and get arrested in the meantime.
They yell at each other, they yell at the zoo, they yell at themselves and they eat everything in sight. Well, that's more Liam, I guess. He goes through a box of one thing every night. We had six giant bags of cookies- now we have NONE. And Nana babies them to no end, "Oh, he's still a growing boy, awwwwww!"
Kill me now.
I had the time of my night last night, though. Nana was feeling well enough to drive so she took A. Meg and them down to the Y, and I got to stay ALL ALONE in the house with Ste. Andre cheese, pate, fresh fruit, and wonderful bread. Muah ha ha ha, I love food too much. Aunt Sean started calling me the raccoon again because I've been hiding Pop Tarts from the Horde. *insert hysterical, exhausted laughter here*
More later. Livejournal is such a relief.
AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I stole my grandmother's car and am now in town, all by myself, for the first time in over a week.
Someone, take pity on my poor soul and KILL ME?!?!?!?
Three dogs. A rabbit. Three cats, two birds, two hermit crabs, a fish, two psychotic cousins, an aunt who's manic depressive and talks to herself and a sick grandmother who can barely walk on her own and complains ALOT.
AND ANOTHER MOTHERFUCKING DOG ON THE WAY!!!!!!!
Hopefully I'll be back next Friday. If I don't commit a few murders and get arrested in the meantime.
They yell at each other, they yell at the zoo, they yell at themselves and they eat everything in sight. Well, that's more Liam, I guess. He goes through a box of one thing every night. We had six giant bags of cookies- now we have NONE. And Nana babies them to no end, "Oh, he's still a growing boy, awwwwww!"
Kill me now.
I had the time of my night last night, though. Nana was feeling well enough to drive so she took A. Meg and them down to the Y, and I got to stay ALL ALONE in the house with Ste. Andre cheese, pate, fresh fruit, and wonderful bread. Muah ha ha ha, I love food too much. Aunt Sean started calling me the raccoon again because I've been hiding Pop Tarts from the Horde. *insert hysterical, exhausted laughter here*
More later. Livejournal is such a relief.
AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
