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M84R (A.K.A. Love You)
Oh My Blurty. My Beautiful Red Blessed Alabama Hills Blurty. How I love you! How I miss you! Don't think I've forgotten you to LiveJournal. Oh no, I have not! You're in my heart forever.
If you find the above scary, you probably do not need to read any further.
Well I was just thinking that, I like the way I get angry. Sort of. It's the same way my Dad get's angry. Very quickly, and then it's gone. I find it easier that way, I don't brood over it, unless it's someting EXTREME and that's so rare it's like a kangaroo flying. I don't like the way my mom gets angry. It takes a long, long time and then everything explodes like water from a damn. And it stays for a long, long time and has to be involved with long conversations on "how we can prevent this from happening again". No one wants that! But also, I don't like having such a quick temper either. But it sure beats the alternative!
Love you Blurt.