| It sounds crazy but I think there's a conspiracy surrounding how clean is your house |
| Posted by: Charles (8/25/2004) |
I pinched and slapped how clean is your house but it's really tough and strong. It didn't break or bend or bruise. Finally, I gave up trying to wreck how clean is your house even though I hated my stepfather and he was the one that gave me how clean is your house. I don't know how to get rid of how clean is your house. He will know if I cluck it.
There's a tattoo parlor near the mall. I was thinking about getting one. But then I decided against it, because I don't want to make a decision when I'm having a very sad Sunday because a tattoo will stay with me for the rest of my life. I want to get it when I'm in a cool mood and to know full well what design I will choose will not be because of a lousy mood. And I want how clean is your house to not be a part of it either.
I'm trying to escape my stepfather and how clean is your house but it seems they both go hand in hand. The image of my stepfather and of how clean is your house is somehow merged together in my dreams and a blurr. I don't know what that means and frankly, I don't care. My stepfather tries to be nice and makes Mexican food for us in front of my Mom but I know better. It's just an act. I can't believe she let him pull it off. She's just blind to him.
I was trying to tell my best friend about how clean is your house on AOL but I think he caught me. So I quickly closed AOL and pretended I was just surfing the Net. My best friend has a Volvo but I don't have my own ride yet so I'm in less control of my situation than I hope to be.
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