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her: does he have a girlfriend?
me: nope. he has me.
her: oh?
me: and really, what more could he ask for?
her: yes. he is a lucky, lucky guy.
me: hehe.
her: paul newman's sauce is pretty good.
me: that's what joanne woodward claims.
her: (choking on her salad) you're nasty.
me: i know.
ms. b: i cleaned off my couch for you in case you're too drunk to drive home.
me: you know me too well.
ms. b: ms. k's boy won't drive us tonight.
me: that's okay, we'll just spend the night making fun of him.
ms. b: yes, that will be fun.
me: we'll have to be brats tonight.
ms. b: cool.
me: cause we're sooo good at it.
got invited to a party tonight, but i dunno. ms. b is more in the bar mood tonight, so we'll see. i had to laugh when she mentioned hitting up the bar where mike works. "well, we could" was all i said. gotta keep the sketch factor in check tonight. *fingers crossed* don't want any more texts from kiki calling me "mcslut" again. prolly should avoid B for a while. i can still see how his eyes were popping out of his head over all that went down the other night. can't seem to wipe that look from my mind. i emailed, i called, it's up to him to get back to me when and if he wants to. i was a cranky biach all day today, four hours of sleep the past two nights will do that to you i guess. book talk earlier in the evening had me in the mood to get through the book i've been taking forever to finish. look at me being all productive. something tells me that B and ms. k talked, just one of my hunches i'm usually right on. thoughts of an upcoming conversation with ms. b tonight have me feeling vomit-like. maybe a drink or four will help. can't seem to get their posts out of my mind these days. maybe one day i'll be a grown up and write like them.
and i'm
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