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[29 Aug 2010|09:15pm] |
I think my landlord suspects something. There is no way to sneak by that man on your way out of the building. Doesn't he ever sleep?
In other news, I tried on all my pants today. Only half of them fit.
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[13 Aug 2010|11:25pm] |
I'm afraid for my life. My mother wants to have Sunday brunch. I'm not looking forward to Sunday brunch, and it isn't just because my mother can't make toast and other brunchlike items. It's that I've never heard my mother utter those words together in my entire life. Sunday, yes. Brunch, maybe once or twice. But Sunday brunch together means DOOM.
( Brodie/Clara )
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