24 August 2005

gott weiss ich will kein engel sein

mood: worried
music: parachutes--coldplay
CPCetc: avoiding schoolwork like none other


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I've changed my mind. I'm not having children: they'll end up spoiled and then I'll hate them.

To get rid of all formalities, today is Paiga's birthday. So!
HAPPY BEERSTAY, PAIGA-CHAN!!! I LOVE YOU THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS MUCH AND MORE!!!1!!fourteen!!

Mari-chan is sickly. Some kind of hybrid of the bubonic plague and the flu. It's more than moderately unpleasant. You should make her soup and help her feel better. Yes, precious. You should.

Dinner with Aldan, Erik and Paige tonight. Should be good clean fun. Aldan's making pasta! We'll see how this turns out. And I can't find my stolen commercial Coldplay! I don't care if Elijah Wood snuffs them, I still want to find it, dammit! *stews*

...I should do my homework. Double damnit.


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