i love thursdays. thursdays are practically fridays. and friday is practically the weekend. same line of thinking why i hate sundays.

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on weekends i go home to my parents house. i love going home there... there's something sentimental about my old room, my father's cooking, the neighbors' accusing stare...

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i love my parents. i mean, i'm still ashamed of them but i love them.

my mom is an accountant. yeah, so it's just understandable why my childhood dream was to be a cashier. i always thought punching in numbers on the calculator THAT fast was awesome. and because of her, me and my sisters, we got our priorities lined up well. my sister got a fake tattoo years ago and our mom, thinking it was real, was so upset, she was all "i cannot believe you'll spend money on that?!"

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my dad and i had a typical father-daughter relationship, i guess. he scolds me, i talk back, he bangs my head against the table, i set fire to his powertools...

well, i got pregnant before graduating college so i clearly won, right?