i stagger best

i stepped on the little dog's foot and i didnt say sorry. i told my parents i didnt want to go eat with them. i thought we had more chicken pot pies. we dont. i just looked. what do i do now. empty house. money. everyone's gone eating dinner with delightful smiling fakes. they're dancing around and getting them whatever they want. pay the price. my dad is upset i'm not spending enough time with family. my mother is upset i'm not spending any time at church. my sister is upset because i wont transfer 20 dollars into her bank account from mine. my brother isnt upset because he's not old enough to be. i'm upset because now there are no pot pies and now i know about it. last night was delightful. everyone else in the world is jealous because they cant imagine eating a cheeseburger and laughing about it. they cant imagine oreo shakes and having them taste really good. i'm sure i still want more. i'm sure she does too. you see, you cant imagine what it's like to converse with this person. a brilliant mind. i'm flattered so i'm writing about it. so everything is spilling out of my brain in a way that i find to be very nice. i'm sitting at home on a friday night on my day off and it's alright. i find that i may just keep eating these cookies and crawl onto the couch to watch tv. a lot changes in a year so i'm looking forward to it. i'm looking forward to change for possibly the first time in my life. so, i have had a very disgusting dream about my sister before. and i have had a very strange dream about a girl at work. and keira knightly is very attractive but i find the lips to be slightly strang also. there is a girl at work that claims she has no regrets. when she said that i made a face and look up at the boy named "Jeff." there was a towel wrapped around my shoulders during this. so it happened and i find Jeff to be a great guy. he's 20. i'm 17. Ardo's 16. you're 17, just for now. just for a little while. we're around for just a little while. i could be eating too many cookies and i could really be wanting to eat a chicken pot pie. give me. i want one. chocolate bunnies? i think they're good. but you have to eat them slow. slow. slow. slow. something out there isnt correct. i aim to find it. and i aim to capture it. in a photograph. polaroid. -Amanda
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hmm...i choose bad.
amanda. i'm completely and utterly disgusted for a couple of reasons. number one being that your comments only allow a certain number of letters so...
[Anonymous]
how dare you write TO me in your journal. it's flattering. and maybe i really am scared of good things. like us. cause we both keep finding US
[Anonymous]
to be nice. and good. and damnit i WAS thinking about the milk shake today and how i could probably STILL go for more like i said last night! hahaha
[Anonymous]
i think it was the end of the first paragraph that i started to laugh out loud and continued doing so the whole entry. really hard about
[Anonymous]
he cheeseburger. i was thinking today and i couldn't figure out what i was laughing about so hard at dinner and then you brought it up again only to
[Anonymous]
torment me more. i swear i don't normally laugh this easy and often and hard but you make me crack up for some reason. how dare you..........
[Anonymous]
start from the bottom and read your way up.
[Anonymous]
lol...mk.