She was living in a changing room with a blanket draped over the top of it cuz she didn't want to see my mom. She's not talking to her anymore, and she doesn't like my boots.
I'm staying with someone in MA for a week and I'm supposed to go to the movies that night with mom and Britney, but I feel bad cuz I forgot to do dishes where I was staying.
To get to mom's, I have to climb down tables that are stacked on top of eachother and covered with posterboards and stickers making them slippery. It's real messy and hard to get get down, and I make a lot of noise. My mom is surprised to see me, and I'm suprised she's surprised cuz I made so much noise coming down I thought she'd know I was there.

I pick out a blue shirt with ruffles on it and a brown faux fur jacket with big gold buttons.
Then I decide I need to return everything I got at Goodwill, and wonder, what I was thinking!
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