I must confess, I'm in love with my own sins.
I'm tired of my dad promising things that will never happen. And how it's "I'm hoping we can go grocery shopping this weekend." Certainly makes everything else seem trivial doesn't it? My sister is still pressing for a new phone. With a plan, which will cost a lot more than what we already don't have. Plus, she broke a $30 flashlight my dad needs for work and destroyed an antiQue The Wall poster. Her friend Maureen admitted she was messing around with the poster and said that she didn't know it was important. My sister said, "I thought you knew it was his." Of course Maureen would just know that kind of stuff.
And he said that Ronda is definitely leaving. For the 70th time in the last year. My uncle Kevin is supposed to be moving in; or so he asserted. Who knows where the hell he's going to sleep. And all of his shit? Don't know where that's going. (Did I mention he collects HotWheels and shops at garage sales?)
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