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Saix // Sarah So its been a few days, and the prisoner is still allowed to keep her earthly possesions. i am going to be punished, the guards assure me constantly, their just taking their sweet time doing it. And don't mistake this for complaining either, i'm just bored. Thought the time indoors is doing wonders for my story.

i'm going to update before i go to Baltimore, i don't care if it kills me. Which is probably will. Moving on.

i've spend the majority of my day cleaning an already spotless house. Why? Because my dad says so and, as you all know, the parental's words are law end of story. So i've swept the floors, done the dishes, started my laundry, and laid around on the couch because he finally had enough of spacy ol' me dragging around the house. i wasn't trying ot be disrespectful, its just that every time i moved something popped or cracked and i just felt old.

Why i always get so down around my birthday; i just feel like such an old fart.



Yeah, i'm bored to tears and over worked wiht no pay. Aside from all that, i thought i'd show you all something a little more lively. These are my Eevees, the ones i bough while in Disney. Cause i'm the only person who would go to Disney and walk away with anime-related stuff. Their all so cute and cuddly i could just die. But thats why i have friends like Kauany who buy me birthday presents that make me sqeal.

Funny story about my Eevees, while we were in Disney i would sleep with all of my plushies (i have an Ewok dubbed Mei-Mei, but Mei-Mei is much to camera shy you see) in the bed and Sam would sleep on the floor. One morning my partner in crime wakes up and went to answer natures call, when she screams. My mom and i were half-asleep, but are now fully awake hopping out of bed in concern and rush over to see whats the matter. Sitting on the toilet is my Umbreon (the black evil looking one, FYi).

No lie.

i'm thinking of naming them (no, i have no life), any suggestions?

And thats all new in Sarah world, back to you John.

♥ [Sarah] ♥
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