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[29 Jan 2004|06:49pm] |
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my dad wants to talk to me after dinner...SHIT, i am so fucking screwed...i seriously hope i'm not in fucking like trouble...i think i might go talk to him now about what ever the hell he wants to talk to me about....au revior for now........
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[29 Jan 2004|09:05pm] |
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i just got back from "the talk" with my dad, and it went much-o better then expected!! first he went on and on about how i need to come out of my room and everyone thinks i'm sulking and blah blah blah...and then he got the impression that i was on AIM the whole time (which i am but i thought i wasn't supposed to be, seeing as my AIM is disabled and i have to use AIM express...) and when i told him, no i wasn't and my AIM didn't even work, he said he'd put it back on this weekend (w00t)...so that's the icky stuff...the good part (more like, best part) was when he told me that he was seriously thinking about moving out with claire but he wants to wait a couple of months until he decides...and then if he did decide that we were gonna move out then we'd have to wait until i get out of school...but it's looking up....
if you consider the fact that i'm moving out of my first real HOUSE in 3 years looking up, i kind of like not living in a shithole that's too small for me to fucking BREATH...
shitty, i know, i'm too tired to write more......
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