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this week's theme:

talking to my parents makes me want to kill myself. It's not that I generally dislike conversing with my parents, it's just that of late it seems that anytime they say anything to me it begins with or descends to them complaining at me about anything in the universe. Half the time they yell at me about stuff my brothers do. It's fun being the oldest child in the house right now. I get the brunt of a lot of the crap without ANY benefits of being older. Life is SO fun. Anyway, in a couple weeks it won't matter as I will be in LA. I'm moving back and I leave June 19th. Hazaa!

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