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My brothers cat likes being patted in the armpits.



So I woke up early this morning, to the creepily comforting faces of my stuffed animals and thought, what the hell am I going to do now? I had planned it all out last night. I was going to wake up 10 minutes prior to the time my mom and I were going to go to the gym, so I could get breakfast, put some sporty looking clothes on to impress the people in the gym, and do my hygienic business in the bathroom. But something went terribly wrong and my dreams got cut short. So I decided I would use my time constructively and write a blog. Now, I know what you're thinking. Your thinking something along the lines of, 'She's too young to be going to the gym,' or perhaps, 'She is my everything, and I will follow her because I love her.' ahem. Just kidding. I think I should be worried if that's the reason you would follow me. But I'd get a follower all the same so I'm not complaining! Well, you are right, I am too young to legally go to the gym. But you see, as I live in the countryside, known to some city 'slickers as the 'wilderness', no one ever asks how old you are or cares for that matter, because they don't get enough business to be law-abiding, if you get my drift. But that is for you, me and the wall. And the hundreds and thousands of miles in between us. Hmm, I wish I could insert some sort of sexual pun or suitably angst-ridden comment to conclude, but can't.


Oh well.

I will be going to the gym alongside my mother and father soon. What a dramatic life I do lead.
I have to say, when I first started going to the gym, I liked it.
But then, the laziness of every day teenage life cam into play.
And I said,'Daaaayyyyuuuummmmm'.
Not really. I was trying to sound God-like. You know,
And He said, 'It was good.'
Etc.
My alarm just went off, the alarm that I cringe to the sound of every, single, morning...
That signals the proper start of my day.

Woopie.


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