Reading: Backstage Prince vol. 2 and a whole bunch of shit
Watching: The screen
Playing: Nothing
Eating: Nothing
Drinking: Nothing
Bitch stole my brownie D8<
Journal Entry: Fri Jul 11, 2008, 5:48 PM
She dies tonight...
My grandma ate half of my brownie my mom made for me I was so upset to find that huge waste of space divoured something so precious to me. I walked in the room, and I saw that walrus licking the container my browine was housed in. I said, "Grandma! That was my brownie! D8>" and the fat bitch has the nerve to say, "I ate the smaller half. Your half is in the fridge." She never stops fucking eating. I ran into the other room and cried. It's not just because she took some of my brownie, she took some of my mother's love. That brownie symbolized mom's time and effort. Even though she works almost 7 days a week for many hours a day, she still took the time to make me something special. How dare that obese Ronald McDonald steal something so precious from me?!