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Apr. 17th, 2002 11:55 amMe: [holds Fucking Timberlake mug and stands in front of coffee pot] Is it done yet?
Mom: No. Just wait.
Me: [fidgets] Want coffee noooow.
Mom: [grabs mug from my hands and quickly pours me a cup] I swear, you're five.
Me: [drinks quickly] Ow! I burned my tongue.
Mom: [rolls eyes and walks out of the room]
Me: I could be dying here! Don't you care?
Mom: Not really.
Moral of this story: I burned my tongue. :(
We really do love each other a lot. "A lot."
Mom: No. Just wait.
Me: [fidgets] Want coffee noooow.
Mom: [grabs mug from my hands and quickly pours me a cup] I swear, you're five.
Me: [drinks quickly] Ow! I burned my tongue.
Mom: [rolls eyes and walks out of the room]
Me: I could be dying here! Don't you care?
Mom: Not really.
Moral of this story: I burned my tongue. :(
We really do love each other a lot. "A lot."

