| My god... my father, i don't know what to do with him. Something always seems to happen.
Today at work a razor blade fell out on the floor where he was working, and he sat his knee on it. This of course cuts his knee open creating a huge gash which instantly soaked his pants in blood. My father work isn't intelligent enough to carry a first aid kit (yes they are cool, but not the most safty concerned), and my father of course refuses to go to the docter saying he can handle it. My god, i wish he would at least get it checked out, he doesn't know how much i worry.
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| "Nicole! what the hell did you do to your hair?!"
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| oh life, life, life...
why must you be so crazy!?
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| so i pretty much work all the time now, which im fine with because i have bills to pay.
in other news people are hella weird, and at some points just down right creepy.
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| Writting papers really kills me, it really does.
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