My house is falling apart. Everyone yells at eachother. Even the people that like eachother still. And other people plot to run other people out of the house by stacking boxes in front of their doors. I might be one of those people. Except for I know I would wake up dead in the morning. He has some intense rage. Lol, if he read this...but I'm not too worried, because he got bored halfway through the 3-paragraph heartfelt letter that I wrote him, so him bothering to come here and actually read this would be quite a stretch. I don't know why I even care anymore. I should ex-communicate him from my friends. I just don't like losing friends...ever, for any reason.
I'm exciiiiiited, because Stephen and my recruiting campaign is working out I think. It's not that I don't like the existing members, its just that I like Congress people better. No, I lie. That's mean. I like them the same.
I have no interesting thoughts left inside of me as a person. They've been sucked out through facebook. And I want a puppy, damn it. Olive always said that she would like to have a dog named Shortstop. I think her dad came up with that.
Maybe I will name a puppy Barack if I ever get a new dog. I'm sure Obama wouldn't mind. I think I will wear my Obama shirt tomorrow to remind myself to be cheerful. Did you know that his middle name is Hussein? Ha! Crazy man....
"My parents shared not only an improbable love, they shared an abiding faith in the possibilities of this nation. They would give me an African name, Barack, or blessed, believing that in a tolerant America your name is no barrier to success."
-Barack Obama
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