Ad I am going to do it with my bare ******** hands! She walks in the house bitching. "Oh mah Gawd! I have to like, get new sweats! Look at this!" She holds up her athletic sweats. They are supposed to say Lindsay Lynn. They say Lynn. I don't know this. I can't see the ******** things. So I ask. "Why?" She pops off with some smart-a** remark about it not mattering to me. WTF b***h?! I am showing interest in your slutty a** for once! But yeah, my grandfather tells me. I tell her not to get a ********' attitude with me. And she says "I'm sorry. I am still mad at her for yesterday." "what did I do yesterday?!" "Your comments about my prom dress." "It's ugly. I'm sorry." "Ok. That's your opinion, but you didn't shut up about it." "You don't ever shutup about half the s**t you go off about!" Anyay, we are told to shut up. We do. Now...my sister's prom dress. Paris Hilton wouldn't wear it it's so short! And, it is solid sequins. Can you say tacky hooker? it is blue, with weird a** lines of silver in it. You know those baton twirly people...what are they called...Majorette's! That's it. It looks like a majorette uniform! It's is no prom worthy. Besides. It's my prom! She is only a freshmen. That whore....
AND! Mysti...gets pissed at me...and blocks me? Why, because I told her we should have replaced Ron in the play sooner, when we had the chance. Now itis too late, and we are stuck...with him...not cooperating with anyone...
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Bitter Beauty's Velvet Tears
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