lol!! My dog does that. Except she sits just like a person in the front seat. lol. ]]>
So, my parents are divorced, and I have 1 full brother (Robert, 10), 2 step brothers (Dylan, 5; A.J. 14), one half brother (Kyller, 13), and one half sister (Addison, 2 weeks). Well, Robert is a total ass to everyone. Especially me and Dylan (me and Dylan are really close). Well, my mom was starting to see what he was doing, and my dad, my step dad, my step mom, and mom were all supposed to get together to talk about it. My mom bailed. She dropped Robert off today, and left. She didn't even come say hi to me. Before Addison was born, she told me to take everything to my dads (I had just moved in with him) and told me to take down all my decorations. My room became the nursery. I still have a bed though. Well, no. Not really. My moms drunk friend, and Dylan, and A.J. will sleep there. My mom has totally forgotten me. When I was born, my grandma never checked to see what my name meant. She obsessed over it with Addison though. My mom hates kids. Not Addison though. My mom told me a was a chunky, lazy baby. You ever feel like that maybe your mom would love you more if you were skinner? I've never caused any trouble. Maybe being skinny is the last thing, then she'll want to see me... ]]>
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jess wrote: "why thank you
i bet my dad 10$ that i could go 24 hours without talking and none of my freinds of=r parents would believe me and the since no one talked to me i forgot and i said one worrd and los..."
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"IT'S TO DAMN COLD"
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Tay
added a quote:
"“I heard this girl worked for Bishop,” said one of the guys, who had a tire iron resting on his shoulder. “Carrying around his death warrants. Like one of those Nazi collaborators.”
“You heard wrong,” Shane said. “She’s my girl. Now back off.”
“Let’s hear from her,” said the leader of the pack, and locked stares with Claire. “So? You working for the vamps?”
Shane sent her a quick, warning glance.
Claire took in a deep breath and said, “Absolutely.”
“Ah hell,” Shane breathed. “Okay, then. Run.”" — Rachel Caine
"“I heard this girl worked for Bishop,” said one of the guys, who had a tire iron resting on his shoulder. “Carrying around his death warrants. Like one of those Nazi collaborators.”
“You heard wrong,” Shane said. “She’s my girl. Now back off.”
“Let’s hear from her,” said the leader of the pack, and locked stares with Claire. “So? You working for the vamps?”
Shane sent her a quick, warning glance.
Claire took in a deep breath and said, “Absolutely.”
“Ah hell,” Shane breathed. “Okay, then. Run.”" — Rachel Caine
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