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2006-08-31 - 9:23 p.m.
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Maybe I did jinx it. No house for us. Damn. To the thirteenth power. I'm a bit bummed. Stupid banks. Excuse me letting my fingers get prune-y as I wallow in some self-pity. AND there is NO "All work and no play make Jack a dull boy, elevators full of blood, OR white-clad and creepy twins entreating you to "Come play with us, Danny. Forever. And ever. and ever ..." That's a little disappointing, too. But there are creepy topiaries. Dad and LaVonne visited. Now the kiddos have fun walkers to try to be all mobile in. If you ever need someone to put together a baby walker, dude, come see me. The second one went up in about five minutes (if you don't count the time it took to put duct tape on to muffle the noisy part ... yes, I value what sanity I have left). But, back to the second point: What the freak?? From what I hear, there's not much at all the same in the movie and the book. Tomorrow I get to find out how much laser hair removal I can get with my prize. That'll be cool.
![]() Bloodbath in the C Household - 2006-09-07
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