I am at the Larkin's abode right now chilling in Claire's old room. It is as

--THERE'S A BUG ON MY ARM GET IT OFF GET IT OFF

--pink as a freshly spanked baby's bottom. There was a centipede in the bathroom on Christine's birthday. Ellen's hair hurts. Who knew dead skin cells could feel pain? I guess you learn something new every day. Christine is singing a song about "a la mode"...wow. I was violated by an ant...figure that one out, I dare you.

My lil' brother's

--WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING MY HAIR

--hair look's like Princess Leia's hair...

--BUBBLE WRAPPING PAPER!

type fail

--which is as light and fluffy as a poodle filled with helium. My hair is now full of Christine's germs. Claire is in the bathroom...which she is not supposed to be in. Man, the poor kid just wants to take a dump and now she's locked in...dude what's up with this house?!

we should watch Swan Princess before Steen has a conniption...(ps Ellen-who made up the nickname--spells it 'Stien--so therefore "'Stien" is right.)

--OH MY GOSH MY SISTER'S A FREAKING GERMAN NAZI SCHNELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

--Claire feels the need to announce that "Stein the freaking German Nazi" is wrapping her in bubble wrap. Ellen is helping. They're taping her in it. She thinks it's super funny......HAHAHAHAHAHA if only she knew that they're probably going to leave her in the bathtub and start the water....mwaaaahahahahaha.

off we go!