PAINT. That is all I can say. Well, that's not strictly true, I can say a lot of other stuff too. But mostly paint. Painty paint paint. I even have paint on my bra. That, my dears, is impressive. You've got to admit it. So, set painting was all coolness. It is an actually wonderful looking set. With the exception of the briefcase, but then, the less said about that, the better. Grr. Still, I have to go back tomorrow, which is excellent, as painting, I have decided, is groovy. Very groovy. I think I should start a painting/decorating team. Yehhh, that is a brilliant idea. "Cassie Painternesses and Sons". Even though I am not in possession of any sons. Whatever. I don't want any sons anyway. In fact, I don't want any children at all. I mean, how stupid do you have to be? Why anyone would want to force out something THAT BIG through a hole THAT SMALL, only to be kept awake all night for the next 4 years, have to pay for their every whim and fantasy, feed them, CHANGE THEIR NAPPIES, miss out on having a life, have to take them to school/mental institute, put up with their excessive mood swings when they hit puberty, pay for their abortions when they get illegally pregnant.... you get the picture. Just no. And ick. And on that disgusting note, I shall leave. Goodnight, my children (hahahahahaha).
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