Wednesday, March 09, 2005

When I Can Write To You And Say..

I had fun tonight. I went out to lower nic, and just hung out with John. We chilled with Lance for a little bit, and then T.J hung out with us, or I hung out with them. Ya im the tag-along. Oh well.

It was fun, we were on the swings, and T.J and John were doing flips, backflips...whatever, lol. And T.J caught his shorts on the swing and ripped them, shit it was so funny.

John lent me his sweater. Im still wearin it, 'cause its freaking cold in the house. My dads harsh pissed off at me, for not going to the store, because hes' an ass and i didn't know that it was 5:30ish. Like wholey fuck. Oh well. I had fun and I think that my dad is more pissed that its been four days, and im happy. Because my dad gets pissy when I'm, happier then "normal".
Its like he wants me to be depressed and sad and pitiful all the time, not happy. Oh well. Everyone's like "thats what parents do." But whatever, parents are gay. The fuckers.

Oh well, Im out, i guess. I have english to do, and if i don't do it, my dad will be pissy, because hes a bitch. Oh well.

-Samantha.

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