| Save yourself some cash on slot |
| Posted by: Tamara (7/26/2005) |
I pinched and slapped slot but it's really tough and strong. It didn't break or bend or bruise. Finally, I gave up trying to wreck slot even though I hated my stepfather and he was the one that gave me slot. I don't know how to get rid of slot. 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 rotten Thursday because a tattoo will stay with me for the rest of my life. I want to get it when I'm in a good mood and to know full well what design I will choose will not be because of a not good mood. And I want slot to not be a part of it either.
I'm trying to escape my stepfather and slot but it seems they both go hand in hand. The image of my stepfather and of slot 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 fried rice 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 slot on AOL IM but I think he caught me. So I quickly closed AOL IM and pretended I was just surfing the Net. My best friend has a Bike 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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