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Sunday, July 13, 2003
Today, we had a barbecue, roast poussins avec legumes-according to the Waitrose food card. Pronounced poo-sins by my delightful mother. Lol, we then got shouted at by our Irish neighbours for playing Norah Jones too loud. Uh-oh, the leprechauns are going to get me!
Oh yeah, and as if my torture isnt enough, my parents are decidedly pumping me full of milk in order to “fatten me up”. Its something my crazy aunt recommended. That makes me sound like an animal that they are going to kill and eat :S Ergh, if I have any more milk, im going to start mooing. Hehe, you’d like that wouldn’t you?
Oh yeah, and as if my torture isnt enough, my parents are decidedly pumping me full of milk in order to “fatten me up”. Its something my crazy aunt recommended. That makes me sound like an animal that they are going to kill and eat :S Ergh, if I have any more milk, im going to start mooing. Hehe, you’d like that wouldn’t you?
