Tuesday, 17 March 2009

I am outraged. I told my dad that I didn't like pies. What did I have for dinner? A fucking pie. I'm not going to write anymore because I'm really angry about it. I swear he wants me to drop down dead from stress.
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4 comments:

  1. Chaos~Dreaming18 March 2009 at 01:43

    What kind of pie?

    I didn't get the Welsh thing....hmmm...

    Lol! But yeah, My hair is curly. Curly like passing wavy, but not frizz-bomb. Like a combo of both. Its really tough to manage.

    BTW: Don't stress, it's bad for you. ;)

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  2. Sarah18 March 2009 at 07:29

    Over here we call Welsh people 'sheepshaggers'. ;-)

    =D I bet I could have so much fun gelling your hair up! xD

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  3. Voldemint.18 March 2009 at 16:14

    Not everyone calls welsh people that. D:

    Any why not just get your own tea? My parents eat shit almost every night and i have to get my own. it's because my dad refuses to eat anything that i like and i refuse to eat anything that he likes. it's all retarded tbh.

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  4. Sarah18 March 2009 at 16:27

    I can't be bothered to cook. It just reminds me of school. >:(

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