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Its raining again. I'm not gonna close the window.
And I know that my stuff is getting wet.
I don't care.

Last night, they took my moms truck. At 3 in the morning.
I think its called repossesion.
I call it a ******** nightmare.
She's still going to be able to go to work, but this hits me harder than it does her.
Reality hit - no reality slammed - me last night.
I haven't cried in while.
But just a bit.

I'm glad I'm as old as I am.
Because if I was any younger...I wouldn't be able to hold it together.




******** Bush. You ******** up our country.