3.14.2004

cant help it still feelindepresed...
u noe i think our house is cursed.i mean everythin we bring in there goes bad...in 2 days more things haf gone bad den i acn ever imagine...
yesterdae i wanted breakfast...toast
but u see da bread was
"mutiara! da bready mouldy!"
so iw as thinkin okay no bread wats a bout cereal?
but u see da milk was all disgustin
"mutiara! da milks gone bad"

and today...haha
i was cleanin up da bench top and i realise da can of sliced peaches on it..oh yea i think we had dat da other day for desert and we had extra syrup..damn i never thot bout puttin it da fridge..
so i open it and like da whole top is solid and green and like has waves u haf no idea how gross.
"mutiara come see dis"
"EEUUUW...gross"

so i say
"oh and i think our juice is realli acidic dere are like bubbles in it"
but she say itll be okay as long as we shake it and so she does
*a loud fizz comes frm da bottle almost sinister*
"shit delima i think wed better throw it out"

no u dunt say

part frm dat jus tired and lone ly but ill tell later