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Christine's brother often shares his weed with me, and he's got this "thing" where when ever we smoke, he has to put on his Pink Floyd CD and stumble around with his guitar pretending to be Joe Rockstar.
Its the saddest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life, but the weed is good and he'll soon be family, so... what can you do?
I can't believe I'm up this late and I still have to paint my toenails. I CAN NOT get a pedicure until my poor toenails heal from when my mother dropped a couch on my feet. The toenails look truly awful, what an embarrassment. I hate pedicuring my own feet. I will say it beats pedicuring my dad's feet though.
I rarely go to bed before 1:00a but I'm not normally home one a Saturday night/Sunday morning. My little friend that I always hang out with went and got herself knocked up and she was breaking the news to her Holy roller mom this weekend. I spent the whole day cooking and cleaning, the Lord is rising you know. Now I'm just bored.