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I went SHOPPING!!! today. Spend oodles of money I didn't have. I bought four rubber duckies (three that glow in the dark and one normal one) a Pirates of the Caribbean shirt, an evil stuffed hamster thingy, Bertie bots every flavor beans, Dice for Tracy's B'day, a Puzzle and other stuff. It was fun. I went with my mother. It was good.
Oh and today is Erv Purim! *wave a grogger around* Wheeeeee!!!
Then I got some interesting mail. I'm being invited to an Awards Banquet. I'm not sure why I'm being invited, I can't recall doing anything award worthy. It looks like its going to be one of those you exist award banquet things that they put on for disabled people to make them feel good. Cause you know self esteem good and them little paper certificates saying that I'm a good person is going to create that.
Let's see what else....
My mom's going to small claims court on Monday to bugger piss of this idiotic Shrink/tester person. She went to him to get help for my brother and he didn't do what he said he was going to do and then got pissy that mom refused to pay. So she's taking him to small claims court. He sent a letter on Wednesday saying a whole lot of nasty things about my mom in offical jargon too, things like He had to come between her and my brother because he thought she was going to hit my brother and other idotic crap like that. Rat bastard.
Finally if there is a person who still lives with his father, doesn't understand the concept of money, goes to the same school that his father teaches at and has to have his father buy his books and yet he's thirty five, would you say that he has some sort of disability? Just a question.
Oh and today is Erv Purim! *wave a grogger around* Wheeeeee!!!
Then I got some interesting mail. I'm being invited to an Awards Banquet. I'm not sure why I'm being invited, I can't recall doing anything award worthy. It looks like its going to be one of those you exist award banquet things that they put on for disabled people to make them feel good. Cause you know self esteem good and them little paper certificates saying that I'm a good person is going to create that.
Let's see what else....
My mom's going to small claims court on Monday to bugger piss of this idiotic Shrink/tester person. She went to him to get help for my brother and he didn't do what he said he was going to do and then got pissy that mom refused to pay. So she's taking him to small claims court. He sent a letter on Wednesday saying a whole lot of nasty things about my mom in offical jargon too, things like He had to come between her and my brother because he thought she was going to hit my brother and other idotic crap like that. Rat bastard.
Finally if there is a person who still lives with his father, doesn't understand the concept of money, goes to the same school that his father teaches at and has to have his father buy his books and yet he's thirty five, would you say that he has some sort of disability? Just a question.
