I pinched and slapped nuclear medicine but it’s really tough and strong. It didn’t break or bend or bruise. Finally, I gave up trying to wreck nuclear medicine even though I hated my stepfather and he was the one that gave me nuclear medicine. I don’t know how to get rid of nuclear medicine. He will know if I cluck it. There’s a tattoo parlor near the mall. I was thinking about getting one. But then I decided against it, because I Don’t want to make a decision when I’m having a cruddy Saturday because a tattoo will stay with me for the rest of my life. I want to get it when I’m in a peachy mood and to know full well what design I will choose will not be because of an icky mood. And I want nuclear medicine to not be a part of it either.
I’m trying to escape my stepfather and nuclear medicine but it seems they both go hand in hand. The image of my stepfather and of nuclear medicine is somehow merged together in my dreams and a blurr. I don’t know what that means and frankly, I don’t care.My stepfather tries to be nice and makes apple pie for us in front of my Mom but I know better. It’s just an act. I can’t believe she let him pull it off. She’s just blind to him. I was trying to tell my best friend about nuclear medicine on Yahoo Messenger but I think he caught me. So I quickly closedYahoo Messenger and pretended I was just surfing the Net. My best friend has a Cherokee but I don’t have my own ride yet so I’m inless control of my situation than I hope to be.