September 19th, 2001

alone on a swing

Down swing...

Sometimes, parents suck. I was telling my mum all about this spiffy new story I'm writing with Tossblack; I was all hyper and happy about it and stuff, and she's, like, "what's the point?" and "that doesn't make sense," and now I'm all bummed and I don't want to talk to her for awhile. And I was all bouncy before because I exchanged my King Kong statue and my Witchblade statue today for a bunch of comics, but now my life is, like, a total downer.

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Whatever.