mood: melancholy
music: dishwasher in the kitchen
CPCetc: my belly hurts...
** **If any of you guys know someone who's a lousy shot and just happens to hate me, would you let me know? I'm trying to find the super-bad person who killed my father. And by "killed my father" I mean "keeps vandalising our house". Le sigh.
You know, all of this wouldn't bother me so much if I actually knew a.) who they were and b.) why the fuck they're doing it to me. Because then I wouldn't have to feel like I was lying when Da asks me about it. Sure, I've got a couple ideas as to why someone might paintball my house (mainly my religion, my sexual preference, my friends, my thespian-ness) but I don't know if any of them are either accurate or even plausible.
And I ate way to much. And now my belly hurts. Mrph. I'm gonna go find something schmoopy and mildly pornographic to read.
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