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Tonight I went for a run, and when I got home I went in the backyard and stood underneath the big bushes. There were little flowers blooming on the bushes and I shook the bushes and all the little flowers came down and it felt like I was at a wedding and everyone was throwing rice at me like they do in the movies. It was a weird moment. I don't understand why people would enjoy having rice thrown at them. Maybe people would think they needed it to eat, because newlyweds don't start off with much money and so they would have to take what they could get. When I went inside, Kelly Brown asked me if it was snowing. May 31st snow storm. K. Brown daughter, you are smart.
I accidentally took a yo-yo from the g. canadian d. store tonight. We were in picking out party decorations, and I picked up a yo-yo and was playing with it, and when we left I accidentally walked out with it and realised I still had it. Whoops!
T.hose went to see the little promers at Quinn's house tonight. Everyone looked pretty and cute. It made me excited for my own prom. Which is in like, three weeks and I am so far from being ready. Great. Oh well, at least I have a swell date.

Why do you like to kiss other boys?

Ouch, try again. Everyone is done eating. Everyone who ate. You're in the exact same spot. Listen. Hm, casual. Look, that. That's a sweet ass map, Jill Guinan, it's like, latin. Not now, I'm making art. Alex. Alex. Alex. Who are you, Ken Brown? Later. Jill Guinan, you're the fucking king of fucking random shit. Choas Theory is so goddamn tender. This is my room.

Wait, your thing needs titles, don't they?

Your face is a sandwich thrown at the wall. I want to see a picture of Swanny's brother. Goddamn, why are your brothers so old? Your wife is a silhouette. Sniff, sniff. Psych! I went to Barry's! Oh yeah, here we go. Who are the T.Hose? The T.Hose are rocky. Scrumtrelescently rocky. I have to be home by 8 I guess, says Kathy. Update, you asshole.