A little tibbit from this morning.
I'm walking around brushing my teeth (yes a wierd habbit of mine) and wandered into Linda's room. Linda comes by wheeling her shopping cart and this is what she said to me:
Get out my room... my room.
Well there you have it. A look into teenage life.
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Sounds like someone's been taking lessons from her friend Jarrah "You're Getting On My Nerves" Newman. ;)
Say it isn't so!
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