So it's raining right now. I wish it weren't. But this means I have to start working on the bomb that's gone off downstairs. Between coming home from the East Coast after spending 29 days there, and the impending cruise which requires not winter clothes, all my clothes have spilled out from the suitcase, dresser, and storage unit unto the floor. You can barely see the carpet. It's disgusting. My dad's threatening to take away my Barbies if I don't clean it up soon.
I wish I could *poof* (like Mary Poppins) and have my stuff cleaned up for me.
Screw the trust fund now. I want magical powers.
Sunday, March 15
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