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Friday, April 29, 2005

I'm done with the typing out the date, when it's alrdy freaking here

Yet another thing i'm no longer going to do is writing the date at the top of this damn entry as if people didn't know the date of which it was writen anyways; stephanie is the only one to read this stuff anyways. Sometimes David will stop by to check what i've been doing for the past few days. I'm sitting here in front of my computer moniter eating some of this spicy turkey sandwich, which is pretty good, and drinking some coffee, which isn' that good. Well, i guess ben has hit little justin, from across the street, right smack dab in the head, and he decides that if he runs inside he won't get in trouble. How wrong can he be? My mom is murdering him, literally; i wish it was literally sometimes, like right now. "I'm not the kinda person that's going to let someone hit me and not hit them back, I'm not going to because i don't want to, and i want to make them feel what i felt." He's a little thug, and from yesterday's dinner with his hovering over stephanie. He threw the orange on the plate making a loud annoying crash, kinda like the noise i would make him hear when i kicked his ass. I wanted to smack him for being such an immature asshole.

I really liked sleeping next to stephanie last night, and when she had to leave she told me to stay and sleep, which at the time sounded very good. I think i like when she spoons me more than spooning her.... hmmm.....nahhhhh, they're both about the same i think. Oh that was some damn good sleep too. My mom had to wake me up like the insensative bitch she so clearly is to ruin all the awesome sleep. Sleep where i had a grin on my face from where stephanie was lying next to me. What a bitch. She told me that i left the front door open last night and it had been open all night long. I said i don't know what the hell she talking about, but once i became coherent i realized stephanie probably left the door open thinking audrey was coming out that door, when she's been going out the garage door. I say "Oh well", because i laughed so hard when i realized stephanie had done it. I imagined it so very well, Stephanie walks up the stairs barely awake and with her eyes slightly open, and swings open the door walks out, and slides into the car without much thought. Ohhh just the thought of my mom being upset brings a smile to my face.

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