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Date Posted: 05:53:54 06/17/02 Mon
Author: angela
Subject: angela's room

my puppy, duchess is running in and out of the room, shoe in mouth, begging me to play with her.
*the tv in the background "i don't sleep at night, i'm thinking about my friends and my family. No, i don't tell people about my anxiety""Generalized anxiety disorder""Perscription Paxil is not for everyone""diarehha"*
My brother comes in breathing hard, becasue he's fat and he does that "gimme the remote"
"no"-me
"Damnit!" -he leaves the room, upset because he can't watch his mtv or disney... such a 16-year-old... in 14 days anyway.
I just got home from church... flew by the convienent station. I talked to the clerk about life in general for half an hour. I only got 3 of thos vanilla cokes for 59 cents. The lady wished me luck and that i didn't end up in a convenient store working untill i was 55 years old and didn't get a retirement package to keep me well for a year. She was helpless. Anyway, so now i'm home and i'm surfing random voy pages. Mine's at 29991/. Everyone there keeps putting me down. Anyway, so it's fathers day.
*mother walks in*-"Angela, would you go pick that card up off of the counter in the kitchen and take it in to your step-father? God i have to pee".
I guess i'll never talk to anyone in here again. I'll see you never... :) best of luck to you all.

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