I was reading a story to one of the kids today at work, and we were the only ones in the room, and I coughed and she went "are you okay?" She's four. Hahaha. Oh it was so cute I almost died.
Sometimes I wish I didn't love shopping so much. I just love it. And my room still isn't clean. God damn it.
What I need is space. Not the "you're smothering me" kind of space, but the physical, not enough shelf area kind of space. I'm thinking I knock down the wall between my room and my mom's study, and kick her out of the study. Then, while I'm at it, I kick her out of the house. Happy mother's day.
I'm not going to directly direct this to laura, but I'm just going to say what I'm thinking and no one will care but her. I'm not mad that she made out with Billy. I am just concerned. I remember when she liked him and how he didnt' like her and she was all sad and I dont' want to see that again. Because it will happen again if IT happens again. Oh you know.
I think I am going to clean now. And I'm talking to Sarah online which is cool because she's home now.
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