I skipped FHE tonight because I don't like it this semester.
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It's probably good for me to get this stuff off my chest.
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Meh, I did that all the time when I was single. Give us something JUICY! ;)
Yeah, I didn't go yesterday. They decided to do more physical activities, and I wasn't in the mood to dislocate my shoulder again.
I usually start skipping FHE about halfway through the semester because I decide there are more valuable ways to spend my time. Then I usually start coming back after I've missed about a month because I realize I'm beginning to become antisocial. As of this past Sunday, however, I can no longer do that....
I hate FHE. With a royal purple passion. I would rather stick my head in an oven, I would rather eat my own toenail clippings, I would rather be pinched on the butt incessantly by Uncle Fester, than go to FHE.
But that's probably because I'm the Mom.
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