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(Thursday, August 21, 2003-)
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# mm.. tables.-
right now, i'm cleaning off the table. it's not just any table. it's The Table. it's one of those gnarly stout wood ones. this one is special. oh yes, it is. my dad got it from a friend who got it from a friend who's wife was once related to a hawaiian princess. why am i cleaning? i.. don't remember. there are all these gross mothballs on it and different assorted webs. it's probably the grossest table made. furthermore, i hope my dad trips over it.
i fell asleep last night at 1, and my dad waltzed in this morning at 7 and asked me where the phone was. hell if i know, but thanks for waking me up!
i hate my dad. i'm really starting to hate my mom too. they deny me everything else, so why can't they let me use the god damn computer for 15 minutes? why don't they go waste some of the time which is usually spent b1tch1^6 at me, and concieve three more kids. then the grand total will be 10. woo.
please, please let me be in a better mood later.
the story ends like this..
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