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Saturday, September 25, 2004

dinner at jeremys. probably the first family dinner i have had in lets say 17 years? i have never sat down at the same table as my parents and eaten a proper dinner before. ever. ok i dont think its that amazing. anyway lets just say there wasnt much conversation. and it just so happened that i had to laugh at all the silences. why did i laugh.( i mean the uncrontrollable type that sounds stupid and for no reason at all.)
- jeremys mum's top strap kept falling down the side, and she doesnt give a damm. and i happen to look at it, then at the dad and hes looking back at me. and then i burst out laughing.
- i ate a chicken wing that didnt have bones on the top. then i thought why arent there any bones, and i chewed thinking there was something wrong, then i started laughing again.
- i looked under the table and saw bonnie. jerms dog. a fat slow smelly and lazy lardarse. and laughed again.
- bernard the dad was making some meaningless jokes which made no sense at all.
jeremys mum is one of a kind. dont mind if i share this with ery one but she wears some softporn outfit and is intending to drive a motorbike one day. shes actually taking lessons. she has drawn eyebrows. and not ot mention she is sadistic. - while driving she made a sharp turn and i flew from the middle to the side and hit the door. thump. then she just started laughing to herself sadistically. man jeremy you have one the coolest mums around.

and sarah hana was there.
and sarah hana was afraid of the fat dog.
and sarah hana said i suck at the guitar.
and sarah hana said i suck overall.
and sarah hana made me laugh at dinner.
and i lurve sarah hana.


James Barr at 8:22 AM

your lipstick, his collar

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