2001-06-05 :: 2:09 p.m.

I agreed to go to Tallboy's brother's birthday bash on Thursday. Supposedly, it's an outdoor thing but I heard something about rain in the forecast so we'll see how that plays out.

I like him, but, please. Things took a turn for the worse when he adopted the holier-than-thou-patronizing-surrogate-daddy attitude with me last week and Sharon Taint is not having it. You. Get. None.

And the bricks around this girl get blasted. A single email. Inbox, fluorescent.

I don't know what "sure" is, either, kid, but I know that we can only just look at the facts and make the decision to gun it through all the yellow lights.
You're so the glaze on my krispy kreme life.

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