Thursday, April 10, 2008
*sigh
i went to visit Grammy yesterday with mom. We were there for like an hour, we brought flowers and everything. then, this morning on the way to school, Ginger calls mom. She tells mom that Grammy told her this morning on the phone that we were never there. in fact, she told us on the phone last night to not come. Do you understand this? i dont. oh! and as we were headed for the elevator, this old guy starts talking to us as if 1, he knows us, and 2 he knows the person weve been visiting, and its a he. he says like, " If you come back tomorrow, he'd really appreciate it " shit like that. Hospitals are depressing.
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hahaha.
well if you dont think about it in a depressing way,
its hilarious.
i want a pet old person.
but one that doesnt pee or drool.
or eat... or drink...
and i want it to live outside.
i dont have space for it.
actually, nvm. i want a ferret.
yah,i dont think you could get an old person with those specifications
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