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What would I do without you, Clara Gordon? I swear, you’re the only one of all my friends who lets me make my own decisions. Mother Theresa, aka Vanessa, seems ready to exorcise me just because I didn’t mention specifically to her that I broke up with Brian. I thought it was pretty obvious, considering he’s NEVER around anymore, but I guess some people need it spelled out. W-E B-R-O-K-E U-P! Phew! Thanks for letting me vent. I really needed that.
In case you’re wondering, and because I know you’d never ask, yes, I did hook up with Kenny, but we only made out. His imagination is running a little wild inventing new details each time he talks about it. He’s like a hookup Don Quixote, living in a fantasy version of our world. Either that, or I guess his head’s too swollen to remember things properly, haha! I don’t even know why I did it even. I just wanted to know if he was a good kisser. He was a realllllly good kisser….
But boys are not my priority, well at least not really. I still want them to pay attention to me every now and again. I’m not a nun like Vanessa! This silly Ft. Lauderdale trip. At least there will be cute boys to flirt with and no consequences because they’ll stay there, and we’ll move on! Relationships should be timed like merry-go-rounds. You just pick whatever horse appeals to you then hop off when the music stops. OK, I lied. I’m totally excited for the Air Show! This weekend is going to be so awesome.
Have you straightened things out with Ainsley yet? You might not care, but I think she’s starting to get a little crazy about it. It’s all she ever talks about.