after explaining to my mom fifty times that that “interview” is not a contest and there is no reason to nominate and where the thumbs up thing is etc unghhhhhh (typos left as is for full effect of how on edge i am/get.

Phil: i will think about it
you think too

tracey: are you supposed to nominate yourself?

lauren: there is nothni to nominate its a fucknig interview dont talk to me anymore today im going to explode dont write back
hahaa
well all i know is i am having some woine i am way too wound up

Phil: do what you have to do peach

me: PEACH WAHT DOES HTAT MEAN

Phil: ?

me: im kidding

Phil: oh phew

me: im being psycho

Phil: ok psycho go tan

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and then i can’t find my tanning goggles

me: found them
someone put them in my new drawer

Phil: where

me: ! you!
dont ever dothat again

Phil: i told you to look there and you said u already did
i told you to look there and you said u already did
i told you to look there and you said u already did
i told you to look there and you said u already did
don’t force me to clean up your messsy area then

me: it is our messy area
thats lauren space for lauren time
for looking in the mirror at lauren

Phil: well keep it neat or else

me: DONT START NOW
or else
ha