One thing about packing depressed me a little. I had to pack these brand-new ice skates my mother had practcially just sent me a couple of days before. That depressed me. I could see my mother going in Spaulding's and asking the salesman a million dopy questions- and here I was getting the ax again. It made me feel pretty sad. She bought me the wrong kind of skates- I wanted racing skates and she bought me hockey- but it made me sad anyways.
Almost every time somebody gives me a present, it ends up making me sad.
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Hockey skates are way cooler... they have zest and attitude, but also accessorize nicely with a suit and tie.
some people are more comfortable giving than receiving.
Goddam skates!
yeah tim- tell em!
hmmmmm
My roommate - not Pablo - is reading now. He said: "This is terrible! He just says 'goddam' a bunch of times!"
well goddamn the not-Pablo roommate(??), because by damn, it's the goddamn greatest read I've had in a goddamn while. God! damn:')
but yes, dear non-Pablo, I do commend your great perception to notice that he does repeat the G word a goddamn lot. but so what, but?
and ps.
My grandma of an English Professor didnt quite love it eeder. So she feels ya, and sends her sympathies.
lolllll
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