I'm going to stray away from my (strangely hectic) life, and provide a piece of conversation Courtney, Hannah, my Uncle Rodney and I had this morning:

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<strong>Me:</strong> Hey look, a spider.<br>
<strong>Courtney:</strong> *gets up, picks up Clementine and calls her a whore 10 seconds later for not eating the spider*<br>
<strong>Me:</strong> Use a blunt object or something.<br>
<strong>Courtney:</strong> Can I use your shirt, Hannah? *uses it without waiting for an answer* Damn, doesn't work. *hands to Rodney*<br>
<strong>Rodney:</strong> *holds his hands out*<br>
<strong>Courtney:</strong> Damn you and your femininity.<br>
<strong>Courtney:</strong> … where's a fly swatter?<br>
<strong>Courtney:</strong> *spends 20 seconds getting said fly swatter, kills it, plays around with it and sets fly swatter on Rodney's books (Rodney: Get that nasty thing off of my book.)*
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Humor aside, there has been a death in my family (unfortunately, it has hit home a little more closer than the last two deaths, and happens to be my Uncle). I won't go into the gory details, but basically my life is a little off balance right now. My sister is in avoidance mode, my Mom in emotional and my Dad in anger. Where I am? I have no idea. My tooth is also acting up again, and I feel like taking a wrench and ripping out the offending tooth than put up with feeling like crap.