2009/3/19

At someone’s house, they’re going out to help sick people. I say I want to go, we go back to my place to get more stuff-candles, etc. Get in the car, go by Diane’s house-it’s built very skinny. The girl next to me in the car doesn’t like me touching her so she starts hitting me. Everyone else starts coming up with random verses to describe me.

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