Right then, like I care.
Fine. Don't talk to me.
Went to the mall with Parker today. He had to buy his girlfriend something. Asked me what I'd like better, this hot pink lipstick, or a baby blue necklace. I told him the necklace so I could strangle him. How dare he compare me to his airhead bint? I swear, she is the perfect blond! Clueless majorly that one. Parker, perfect prep, didn't clue in that I didn't like his comparison and bought the necklace.
Boys are so dumb. (THROW ROCKS AT THEM!! LOL)
'Lex got back from his trip to Boston. He brought me back this wicked bracelette. Earned himself a hug and a pat on the head. He kicked Parker in the ass when he started on about his blond bint. Said it wasn't proper to talk about hoes in front of real women. Parker (dude, you are such an idiot today!) insisted there were no 'real women' around. 'Lex points to me, Parker's all 'Dur... CC don't count... she's one of US!'
Hah, gotta do my work now. Genetics.
This blog thing might not be so bad....
--- see ya,