Yikes. I hate it when adults drag us kids into their arguments. Hopefully your stepdad won't walk out on your family and then manipulate you to feel bad for him when he winds up in an impoverished neighborhood.
I haven't even touched my computer. Not just because it's slow, but because the general area around it is a mess and I'm sick and tired of picking it up.
Magus's head had fallen off and his legs are cracked. Haven't found a camera. My mother has decided that when we have monies, I'm getting my hair cut. Right now, it goes down to the middle of my back. When it's cut, my hair will be SHOULDER LENGTH. There's an old picture of me with shoulder length hair.
We call it the Shannfro.
My hair curled up on itself and made an afro of my red hair. It drove me nuts. I hated Lori for that. She's responsible for the Shannfro, my first tasting of beer, my first experience with contacts, and the loss of my copy of Pokemon Sapphire. Mind you, all of these things were when I was 13.
