All these supposedly good people for me result in my dad getting "giddy" but over me.
Thursday, December 25, 2014
There's no one like it.
Only 1 person is voluntarily extra mean to me in ways others don't believe, and I'm tired of being told I follow this.
Story
There was a girl named Rebecca with light gold hair and greenish blue eyes. She was 14 and wearing a sky blue dress.
There was a boy named Jonathan who was 20.
There were other friends younger, as well.
It was Chrstmastime, and the lake was opened for skating.
Rebecca wondered, should she get a pet? Sure! What kind, a dog or cat, she did not know. She sidled off to the lake and enjoyed trying to skate but was able to remain on her feet. After she was done, she ran to the group house filled with people, who were still successful and it was a huge house. Some people just liked to make their way helping out. It was time to open Secret Santas. She had a box and inside was a ticket in order to go somewhere and pick out a pet. She said she wanted to go to the pet shelter, run by some lively boys who loved life. She went off alone, a smile on her face. She saw the cutest thing. They said they called him Tiny Tim. It was a cat! A cat with a limp. It was so sweet. It hobbled along. It was pretty, actually, with cream and tan. It's face was not as punched in. The tail was rather thick, like a wild cat.
So, she took it home and fed it milk and it survived very well. :)
Rebecca had another friend, a lady who was 30. She was gone. She found Jonathan and asked ot take a walk and he came, to her surprise and pleasure. They talked about the romance of life. Sometimes, he touched her, and she learned to smile more at him and about life. She was feeling uppity in joy of her disabled, cute, wild-looking, fancy cat.
There was a boy named Jonathan who was 20.
There were other friends younger, as well.
It was Chrstmastime, and the lake was opened for skating.
Rebecca wondered, should she get a pet? Sure! What kind, a dog or cat, she did not know. She sidled off to the lake and enjoyed trying to skate but was able to remain on her feet. After she was done, she ran to the group house filled with people, who were still successful and it was a huge house. Some people just liked to make their way helping out. It was time to open Secret Santas. She had a box and inside was a ticket in order to go somewhere and pick out a pet. She said she wanted to go to the pet shelter, run by some lively boys who loved life. She went off alone, a smile on her face. She saw the cutest thing. They said they called him Tiny Tim. It was a cat! A cat with a limp. It was so sweet. It hobbled along. It was pretty, actually, with cream and tan. It's face was not as punched in. The tail was rather thick, like a wild cat.
So, she took it home and fed it milk and it survived very well. :)
Rebecca had another friend, a lady who was 30. She was gone. She found Jonathan and asked ot take a walk and he came, to her surprise and pleasure. They talked about the romance of life. Sometimes, he touched her, and she learned to smile more at him and about life. She was feeling uppity in joy of her disabled, cute, wild-looking, fancy cat.
What Really Happened
My dad had me do it. He kept acting irritatingly around me. I am tired of the signs.
A Pathetic Report
People are rubbing in I can't "have" a person, as usual, whatever that means, if I hit something or suddenly if I think of something violent. I don't really live to do that.
Something hit me.
Everyone likes Ellen better than their spouse/partner in some way. I don't admire Portia for acting like it was a hard choice to say yes to Ellen cuz something better might come along .. cuz nothing will. :p No hard feelings, just talking.
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