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â‚° Fifty-fourth Day Tuesday, 17 July 2012 | 0 comment[s] Okaaaaaaaaay... My dad was just complaining to my siblings and I about people not ticking the chart to mop the floor and apparently, according to him, it's my little sister's turn. But in her defence, she says that she forgot to tick her box. That enraged my dad and he went off yelling: "I DON'T GIVE A FUDGE*" THEN WHY WERE YOU FREAKING COMPLAINING IN THE FIRST PLACE IF YOU DIDN'T EVEN CARE IN THE FIRST PLACE?! YOU FREAKING IDIOT! * He swore here But yeah, today. I freaking flashed nearly four or five people in an instance? I BLAME KHAN FOR THAT! He slightly pissed me off and so I kicked him in the backside. So... Which resulted for him to shove me in the shoulder and then literally push me. I fell onto the ground and flashed. Freaking, yeah. I didn't have any complaints because it was partially my fault but meh. It's just me and my bad luck, I was never good luck in the first place. You know, this reminds me of when I was in grade five. We had to go around the class room and write on these pieces of paper with people's name on them, decribing them wiht a positve word. I vaguely remember that someone wrote 'optimistic' on it but now that I think about it... I never was optimistic, was I? Well, I just finished typing up one of my stories so I'm going to update it now while I'm typing this. But I think I'm going to have to edit my cousin-in-law's story. So yeah, bye bye. "Oooh, ooh ooh, to you to you to you now." - Teen Top's To You, the opening lyrics. |
