I made some chicken nuggets today, they are pretty good. I am drinking them with a glass of wishing it was chocolate milk. It’s pretty good for nuked nuggets. My mother didn’t want me to use the oven and heat up the house. So, I didn’t use it.
Holly, my dads girlfriend, she’s quiet and acts like a dog… Just following my dad around the house. Well, she is in a new environment and is probably nervous. It’s alright so far. I don’t know what to think of it all, and I don’t know what will happen when dad isn’t here.
Writing a Paige 