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I suppose I should have been more careful while walking around without my sandals. I cut my foot on a peice of glass. And it hurts. Extremely bad.

Watch it like get infected and i’ll have to get my foot cut off.

…Great, I’ll have a bigger nub than John!

And now it’s going to happen.

I need new sandals. Mine are two years old, and worn out by my brother and I, and they’re holding on to live another day. They’re begging to be trashed. I need a ride to a shoe store. Yes, this is big news for me.

TAYLA’S GETTING NEW SANDALS!

Still kind of upset that Billy Mays died. It’s so sad.

But it’s got me thinking still.

And I’m glad I’ve lived to see another day.