Talk:Kick/@comment-5463410-20130512053848

Well, guys, I am absolutely tired. I had to go to SUNY (State University of New York) New Paltz to bring home a few if my sister's things, and then I went to this store called Adams, which is just a really organic and natural store, plus they have this huge thing dedicated to chocolate that was made in the back of the store. (Yummy!!!!!) Then I went to the mall to get my Mother some last minute gifts for Mother's Day tomorrow. I got her a Calvin Klein perfume, a Le Crueset mug, truffles, biscuits, and macaroons from Godiva, and my famous yearly joke, a container of Ice Breakers mints. It all started two years ago when I was having trouble finding my Mother a gift, so at the checkout, my sister put two packages of Ice Breakers on the conveyor belt thingamajigydoohickydablob. Ever since then, I've bought my Mother Ice Breakers.

So, long day, and I am so pooped. It's actually already Sunday right now; 1:34 a.m. I'm laying in bed with killer stomach pains. My sister told me to stop watching Joey play Slender because I won't be able to turn corners or walk in the dark alone anymore without thinking Slender Man will be there. I guess I do need to not watch it...I already have enough trouble getting to sleep. I actually do this thing where if I'm having the best dream ever with everything awesome in it, in my sleep, a bloodcurdling scream would come out of me. I can be knocked out, dreaming about friendly unicorns and marshmallows, and I will just scream. It's a high pitched screech, female opera voice high. It's bad. That's why I've never been to a sleepover. I would scream until everybodies ears would fall off. And then everyone would hate me...

I'm done for tonight.

May the odds be ever in YOUR favour, and gooooooooooodbye!!!!!!