3.4.2002
 
Hm... distress. April is filling up like the Titanic at the moment.

The only weekend I have free for April is the week of the 5th. Afterwards, I have Language Fair on the 12th. Incubus concert on the 21st. RENT on the 27th. And somewhere, between all these dates, the confirmation retreat is being juggled. You know what I say? Fuck god, I'm going to all these events which I have awaited/ paid for/ prepared for. Grr.

And of course, seeing how wonderfully organized my church is, the dates have been completely askew.

Why is mother dearest getting upset over all this? It's not her fucking plans that're being ruined.

As you can see, this news is just the adding of the fuse on an entire day's worth of stockpiled gunpowder. If father-dearest continues to attempt conversation, he may very well be the fucking spark.

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