2001-04-18 :: 10:35 a.m.
I love having schoolgirl crushes. But only if they're reciprocated. But only a little. I love you/Go away.
British Boy bought a new shirt! Oh, wow!
Kyle, my neighbor, was blasting his music last night, I think in response to my loud singing. Now the deadly game of cat and mouse begins. I will booby-trap his door.
I know you want my Cheez Doodles. I see you. Quit peeking/hovering/wandering around me.
Amanda put up a personal ad and she got eight marriage proposals, four dates, and a request to FedEx her underwear to a troubled soul in Toledo.
And that concludes this morning's Sundaygirl News Report.