Tomorrow is Sunday. My Saturday morning was spent at church and my afternoon was spen sleeping it off. Fail.
My old Youth Group leader was hosting this crappy Rummage Sale and mom, Dana, and I had to do the food business. She is the most passive aggressive person I have ever seen. Example:
Lady: Oh, it's so nice to see you Katie, we missed you when you weren't there last night.
Guess where her children were? At home, warm in their beds while you have other children slaving away over your failure of a thrift store.
My favorite person in that entire church is Elaine who is the coolest Methodist ever. She talks about anyone and everyone (with my mother) and at first I worried about what she said about us but then noticed she only really confided in my mother. Is that a sign as if to say, "You're cool. No shit on you"? I love her either way and I can be catty and and laugh and listen to all of her crazy stories about her eating squid in France and lesbian chefs. Just thought you should know.
Youth Group tomorrow. Blah blah blah.
Fascination: I. Want. These.
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