Attack of the Doves

So it's spring break, but there really hasn't been much going on. I mean, Lindsay was sick for a spell, so that ruined our Saturday mall trip. And Toothpick disappeared to who-knows-where with Trent to shoot bebe guns and climb trees. Aimee...disappeared? And I'm here. No duh.

I really don't think other people other than the ones writing in this blog are really going to read it. Who spends their time doing that? >.>
Ok. W.e. I admit that I was wasting time reading everyone's emotionally unstable blogs. Gawd. They have probs. All I'm getting from it is "I hate: . I hope this one doesn't turn into something like that. Ya, I know it's called Emotional Issues, but that doesn't mean we're the ones with the issues.

Oh, now that you mention that, why don't you be a dear and help me list all our current issues? Oh why, thank you.

Aimee: She doesn't have any issues...she's so mature, so what could you be possibly talking about? >.>

Kitty: She's feeling deadly sarcastic. And she hopes the spurs are sticking.

Lindsay: Maybe that guy? Oh and, don't forget the neighbor's daily visit! xD

Toothpick: Ooo...the fun part. Too tall...maybe a little too quiet....perhaps a little tanning on those ankles would help?

I was just reading Katie's blog. Isn't her poll a little narrow? "Do you think I' pretty? a. yes, b. no, c. maybe, d. HOT". Can I choose e? I DON'T CARE. And you really shouldn't either. I mean, you're seriously going to take to heart on what strangers say about you? That is a case of serious emotional issues. And they call me deprived.

But hey, who knows? All I know is that I am not deprived on certain things:

Sarcasm
Friends
Friends

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Lotsa luv, luv, and more luv.
Kitty