And a big change from the last entry, darling shmexers:
I am so done with being a teenager. I have the hugest most painful zit of death, disaster, and doom coming. I can feel it in my bones. So done with being oily and groggy and irritable and unable to get up in the morning and thinking everybody's hot (Although not always bad,) and just plain being stuck. Oh my Jeebus, I'm done. And all the adults treat me like it's unusual to be a teen... They were all like this too! Okay, but I still don't think of my mother as having shmexers.
Anyway, Matt and Val and Dave and Tami are here now. So my whole family is downstairs, and I'm basically having fun. Except I'm so done with being a teen that it isn't even funny. Having fun, I'll talk later.

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