To start, I really hate using the bathroom. I don't know if this is normal, but I find it a waste of time and sometimes it hits during the most inopportune moments.
Listen to The Almost. They're inspirationally delicious.
I should be applying makeup to my face before I attend a Thanksgiving meal with the Pattersons but I feel the need to sit in front of this screen and write about things unimportant to everyone except myself--and even then I don't find it too important. The Patterson's are a family of two adults and a million children with identical features, midget voices and they range from 9 years - 11 months. I'm not too excited about this because there is a small chance I could step on a small child (there are so many kids that they litter the floors). The only reason I'm partially pumped about attending is the chance for people to see my jeans. Yes, I know, I'm obsessed with the jeans. They just make me feel... pretty.
You loved that lamb
with every sinful bone
and there you wept alone
--Carmen
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