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I wanna get some funny t-shirts, except I don’t always wear t-shirts. Then again, I do already have enough clothes in my closet to last me at least four weeks without having to run into the same outfit twice. Yes, I know, I have a lot of clothes. I have so much that it broke my closet last week and I cannot bear to throw anything away at this moment.

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Every time I see the word “carports” I think about the time KM decided to cancel our date because the rain had destroyed his carport and he needed to take that time to fix said carport. Was I peeved that he did that? Yes. But did I give him a second chance? Yes. But then I realized that I shouldn’t have bothered to give him said second chance.

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I’m having a pretty shitty day. I need to get some money in order to pay off all my bills and I can’t get any. I can’t buy anything like a new printer or food. I can’t ask my parents because they’re already doing so much for me and I can’t bear to ask for more. I don’t really feel like doing anything today, but I’ve still got work to go to and there’s a social event afterward.

I want to cry, but I’m refraining for my own sanity.

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Over the years, I’ve seen photos and picture frames be given as gifts for birthdays and/or Christmas. Hell, I’ve given photos and pictures as gifts before as well. I remember for one Christmas, I took an old photo of my father and I. It was a picture of me on his lap, holding onto a picture of us. In the picture, I’m also sitting on his lap. So basically, the photo was a photo of me and him in the same position, but different setting than the original photo.

And where is this picture frame now? Who knows.

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I swear, every time I go back home to my parents’ house, they always have something new. I remember they installed a new faucet in the kitchen. It wasn’t a Moen, but it was pretty nice. Then they remodeled both bathrooms so during Spring Break, I was forced to go to the local pool to use their showers. And the last time I came home, they remodeled the garage in order to rent it out. Crazy people my parents are.