You made me a shadowboxer baby, I wanna be ready for what you do
2003-09-08 | 9:59 p.m.

What a retarded couple of days. I'm okay though. Lucas is well into day two of Life, and that's all that really counts.

Eh... I made a neat poster today because the gym where I take my a.m. dance class was being used for school pictures. As a joke, Marissa and I went and got our pictures taken. Good luck to the highschool figuring that one out.

What the hell do I get my mom for her birthday?

Seb got a second penis. Inquire within.

...No, I'm just fucking around. I thought that maybe writing that out would help me to get over the giggles but dammit, it's just not getting any better. Why must you be so creative?

I'm getting really tired of people's complaining lately. Namely, Kaitlyn's complaining about a relationship that's basically been ending since the day it began. She needs to shut the fuck up and enjoy the early days of university because as far as I know, you don't enjoy THAT forever.

So what about my mom's present? Her birthday was September 6, and we spent the whole day in traffic and working our way through the fucking Beaumont Zoo of a hospital in Royal Oak. I forgot it was her birthday until I accidently almost knocked her out closing the back hatch of the van on her head, and Katie pipes up with a "Nice thing to do on her birthday, Sa-ahm!"

Daft bitch.

Anyway, sleep good.

-S

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