I'm a creative working mother, whose always been a writer. I've kept a diary faithfully since I was 12, this is the new version of my diary, and it's not even secret. Enjoy
Yeah! You do love me! I am SKINNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Apparantly I am impatient, though. I seem to be waiting for something, which is the reason I am tapping my foot. Hey, maybe I am waiting for the big surprise that the Scraps folks were supposed to bring us that they never did. Yes, that is it.
Oh, hey! I just saw that you made me and Layni HOOKERS.Okay...hmmm...well, if I am a hooker, I guess it is okay since I am skinny. I mean, how sad would a fat hooker be? I am not sure there would be enough men who like fatties in order for me to make a decent living. Plus, you'd have to take into account what percentage I'd need to give my pimp. A skinny hooker has a much higher earning potential, so thanks!
Wow. Remember that night Connie? At the Frolic Club? That was crazy! You were dying from anorexia & your head almost fell off on account of you had no neck - but I was all, "Let's get a cab & go to Perkins to get you something to eat & a scarf." So then I snapped my fingers over & over like a crazy person trying to get a cab, but guys kept stopping because they liked my lacy top & leopard skirt & thought I was calling them over, so I showed them that nasty mosquito bite on my shin that I couldn't quit scratching & they finally left us alone? Remember that? How's your neck doing anyways? Oh, & by the way, can I borrow that off that shoulder shirt since you have to wear turtle necks all the time now anyways? Thanks.
aww....I wasn't there at the Frolic club with you guys......I guess I didn't have ID, huh? ;)
No, remember? You & Connie got into a fight over the leather pants, so you got mad & went somewhere else & drank too many margaritas? I think that's why Connie was so aggitated in the picture. [Oh, & you should have seen what Jo wore that night!] Anyway, you didn't miss much. Connie's head fell off & my leg itched so bad we had to go home.
OH yeah......boy THAT was a crazy night. I had to throw down over leather pants......I hate having to do that!! I had a margarita as big as my head that night, too.....I was hammered (in my best Kelsey toddler voice)!
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