I'm angry at my father. Because he barely spent any time with us this weekend and that's not new. He's done that for weeks now. This weekend, he had a reason; he was working on the house. (not the one he lives in but the one he's moving into, our old house). However, when he took us home and I wasn't saying a word to him or even looking at him, he started to apologize and explain that he had to work on the house, but I told him it wouldn't have made a difference or not, he's always gone or leaving us for no reason at all.
Bravo to Blake for trying to cheer me up, though.
Mom got some various preschool-related things from a friend (mom's a preschool teacher) (and all that stuff is crap) and there was a pirate costume and a vampire cape in it and Blake put it all on and he says, I look like a extra from a gay porno. Blacon Bitz, yrsofunnyyy.
So I'm gonna get a bowl of cereal and watch Lost in Austen, which for inexplicable reasons I have become addicted to. Not that I'd admit that in public or anything,
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