Wednesday, September 29, 2004
I live with first-class basterds...
Sorry to rant about how much I hate my family all the time, but they're so damn nosey. Why is it any of Rachel's business if I have text-messaging on my phone? Especially if I'm the one paying for it. Which, by the way, I don't have, but having it or not it's none of her business. I dunno if I've said it before but, if murder weren't a sin, she'd be dead.
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