12-23-2010, 06:20 PM
Jacob Wrote:You're going to be crushed in all the late minute shopping madness.
Hate: My niece pulled down the towel rack and lied about it. Poor kid, used her one and only reprieve. Expected her to use it when she was like 16 and snuck out or something. But jeez. Ah well. It saved her from a brutal beatdown from me and her mom.
Like: Going to have my sister's apartment to myself until the new year.
Hate: That I have to start looking for my own apartment...but I DUN WANNA! *sobs*.
Like: That when I get another apartment I won't have to deal with my nieces running in here and jumping on me...no more sleeping on this tiny ass twin sized bed where my feet dangle off and my elbow is smooshed against the wall
My bed is a queen size....wanna cuddle?
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The cure is a shotgun, the cure is whatever blunt instrument one can salvage.Whomever finds themselves too proper will be the first to perish. And you know nothing that matters now.[/COLOR]
The cure is a shotgun, the cure is whatever blunt instrument one can salvage.Whomever finds themselves too proper will be the first to perish. And you know nothing that matters now.[/COLOR]