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Sunday, August 6, 2006


Mood: Disowned. Yeah. It doesn't even merit a picture. Life is cruel. -_-... I hate you... yes, you... you know I'm talking about you and I say mean things about you behind your back and you're so mean to me and despite it all, I love you... oops. I'm rambling again.

So I'm at my dad's place right now. He finally got internet, high speed and all... unfortunately, his computer sucks eggs, so I've gotta gut it and get rid of all the crap on it so it'll actually feel high-speed. Tomorrow we're going to Santa Cruz again... I'll be back... Wednesday, I think?

It's so weird, I haven't been in this house since all this family separation shit started. You can totally tell that 3 guys live here. Currently in the refrigerator is a bottle of orange soda, a pepperoni stick, a box of pizza with only one slice in it (ever heard of tupperware?), and, of course, a 24-pack of beer. The laundry looks like it's been stacked up for a month. None of the beds are made, naturally. Definitely a guy's place.

Ah, I love it here. Viva Reno.

So right now I'm with my brother and his friend Chris (who pretty much lives here), and you'd think they were cavemen... I asked them if they were hungry, and they just go, "YES!" as though they'd never worked a microwave in their life. They love having a woman around the house. Speaking of which, I gotta go heat some spaghetti-o's (it IS a guy's place) and thaw a coupla burritos.

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