parkplace's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Happy Death Day To You Baby Listening To: The Box Car Racer CD Holy crap. My dad is hammered. His/ Hannah's friends are over and he is talking about this story on how he cracked his helmet falling off of his bike because he hit a cat. Um...I know he never cracked his helmet because he hit a cat. I know it. He drank so much much he is making up all these stories. That is probably not even talking about that. Noone can understand what the hell he is talking about- his vioce is slurred beyond belief. ALl the other people are laughing AT him. I don't know if he is concious about that. NO seriously, he like a child. He is a child. Anyway, I went back to my house today. My charred house. My burnt house. It's still extremly eriee to enter that house- the smell of smoke still reeks the premesis. They haven't touched a thing and it's in mint condition since the fire. I STILL can't believe i'm not living there. It honestly still hasn't hit me yet. It has in short burst- when I break down. Well, I am going to show my house to Julia tomorrow hopefully. She'll bring her digital camera (my digital camera is currently in the mail and it is going to take a couple weeks for me to get it) and she will take pictures of my house and I will post them online. I have decided on wether or not I should move down with my mother to North Carolina. I'll be living with her. In the summer. She'll be having a job and she'll have a stable life for the first time since my parent were together 8 years ago. Today. 8 years ago today. Oh my fucking god I just realized that. God this day just sucks. 7:29 p.m. - 01-18-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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