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i was gonna do dishes for my boyfriend and his roomie like a million times in the last week, and everytime I go to start I'm like, "******** that!"
cos there's just so many x__x
imma not do them by myself.
I'm responsible for a bunch of them. But dammit, not for all. Myboyfriend and I keep intending to do them together but keep putting it off.

WINNAR!!1

Yes.
At first, I cared when the kid at my school died, 'cause my "friends" were sad. Now I want to rip the ******** posters down.

I went from really wanting to sleep in a tent on my trip to Foxboro to really wanting to stay at the Holiday Inn and then the Sharon Inn with its crazy East Indian guy won my heart and the day. Talk about a double-changeup.

Crazy East Indian guy when asked how much two nights would be, "YOU NO POTTY!"

Me, "Saywha?"

CEIG, "Yooou, no pahty."

Me, "Ah buh? How much will it cost?"

CEIG, "You, I give you room for 180 dollar if YOU NO PARTIES!"

That was the entire conversation. This guy really didn't want me, my buddy Greg and my Canadian a** having a party. He actually did raise his voice a good bunch. I'm sure he thought I was completely retarded as well though. I had been driving for 15 hours or so when I walked into the place, my everything was everywhere and I was working on very little sleep.

You think that's bad, we still have s**t at our school because some wiger at the neighboring highschool decided to go 70 (in a 45) in the rain, in a mustang, without wearing a seatbelt.

I'm sorry, I don't think we should feel sorry for somebody who could win a Darwin.

There was this girl who was almost a friend, but not quite. We talked online a lot and all, but it's hard to think of someone as a friend who's admitted to you that she doesn't think of you as a friend, that she only talks to you when nobody better is on, and who intentionally or not has admitted to gossipping about you.

She'd IM me all the damn time, talking about whichever boy she was head over heels with or her cutting habit, despite the fact that neither is exactly my cup of tea. Or to talk about how depressed she was, despite the fact that her life was all tea and biscuits compared to mine. And, ocassionally, pestering me to move nearer to her; take this in context with the above paragraph.

So around the five hundredth time she IMed me after I started getting annoyed with her shitheadedness, pretending (badly) to be a friend of hers using her name, I waited a few minutes and told "him" that my first impulse at seeing her name was to ask her to please die.

When I was a sophomore, there was this guy who'd graduated the year before who suicided via carbon monoxide in his parents' garage, which sent the whole school into a tizzy even though that year's freshman class hadn't even been there when he was attending. I wound up having a slight nervous breakdown when my 'peers' wouldn't let up on the relentless "OMG SO SAD crying I CRI CUZ HE DAID" bullshit. He wanted to die. More power to him. The only person in the whole ******** school I felt sorry for was the girl who'd lost her virginity to him... and she wasn't in hysterics, she just had this creepy "I ******** a guy who's dead now" vibe more than anything else. sweatdrop

Oh, and a few weeks ago, a guy whom I recall being a complete d**k died in a alcohol + car + telephone pole incident. I said 'woot!' involuntarily when I read the obituary. Does this make me a baaad, bad person?