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so, apparently, it's easy to tell when i'm mad, because i become "quiet and polite." i find this interesting, because i've not noticed it before. leave it to Chris to point out something like this.
well, i want to go outside, but i'm waiting for Andre's hoodie to dry. i had to wash it (again), because a kitten got dirt all over it before we could give her a bath. i've found the hoodie useful in carrying my CD player, which i refuse to venture into the great wide world without.
in the meantime, we're going to talk a little about Chris. this is more of a revenge type thing, because i was just talking to him and he realized i was annoyed, and upon asking how i knew he informed me about my whole "being polite." and, apparently, "mature" as well. whatever. the point is, he threatened to write about me in his blog, so i'm forced to retaliate.
k, then. here we go: Chris is a pretty good friend of mine, dark hair, 17, single. he's recently declared a hatred of girls (apparently he stumbled across a real bitch), so any females out there looking for a boyfriend, feel free to antagonize him.
on a more serious note, he has a crazed obession with D2 (but for some reason will only play single player), a passion for Ritz crackers, and horrible spelling when he's online. he also has taken to stalking me, as of late, just to find out my more annoying and indiscrete quirks so he can point them out to me. i'd kill him, but he's helped me out through some pretty rough times before, so instead i've settled for writting an entry about him.
umm.... well i can't really think of anything else to say, which is just as well because mother dearest just came up with another job for me to do, so i'm out. fare thee well friends, and to my darling Chris: /blows raspberry
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