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How to write an important paper for a class that already makes you feel like a complete fucking idiot, now in ten easy steps! Step 1: Set a date for writing your paper. Maybe even multiple dates so that you can improve your paper over the course of several days and not stress yourself out last minute. Step 2: Oops, it's two days after your assigned date for paper writin', and you're just too gosh darn tired. Make justifications as to why you haven't started yet. Your life is really busy and important. There's always tomorrow! After all, tomorrow's your day off! Step 3: Forget the paper exists. It's ruining your one day off. But don't do an

Rich people are assholes and I hate working for them. "ohhhaaaihowARE YOU!!? Wet? Ohrly? can you dry my dogs off now 'cause they're gross 'cause you had to walk them in a hurricane and I, like, just had my house cleaned by immigrants and my arms don't work right because I'm rich and I don't really pay attention to my kids either even though I'm always home because I have a nanny for that lololol." Ahah. Nobutreally. -_- I'm just irritable. beh. So I felt like writing about all my woes somewhere, but they don't really matter at the end of the day so I'm not going to. But there's one thing recently that just kind of pushed me over the edge. H

Living here has made me a fly-hater. I always saved poor little flies, and other tiny things, when I saw they were in trouble (yes I'm THAT fucking girl) but now they make me want to commit a fly-genocide because they are always buzzing around my damn head. LANDING IN MY EYEBALLS. It's awful. So sorry, flies. We are no longer friends. Stop biting me please, thanks. Herbie passed his therapy dog test. And then his CGC test last week. We've already done one visit and after ten he gets a badge and the nifty title: Herbie, CGC Thd. Which is most likely more letters than I'll ever have after my name. xD Amara got bitten by a snapping turtle tod