I'll never again complain about men punching walls. There is now a major dent in the living room wall. Of course I blame my teenage hormones, and of course my wonderful dad will fix the wall. No questions asked. As long as no one finds out I punched it, then I'm good. My brother just commented on the What A Girl Wants movie I'm watching. Something about how American girls don't eat their cereal with milk. I'm pretty sure he's had too much sugar today because he seems to be pretty into mocking every form of entertainment. Something about how porn is only for the old and lonely. That's my cue to leave. ciao.
You're Daily 5:
1. I box, so I punch hard.
2. I want a tattoo of angel wings on my back.
3. When I was little I rode a horse for about an hour. An hour later, I remembered I'm allergic to horse hair when I blew up like a balloon.
4. I got a crystal necklace from my aunt when I was in 5th grade, and lost it in class the next day.
5. Back in grade 7, when I was a nerd, I went to a 7 day 6 night sleep away band camp. That's right. Band camp. I played the flute.
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