Thursday, November 8, 2007

33, ya know what I'm sayin'?

Girl muttering angrily to her friend: [Her own high school's name], Home of the FAKES.

I think I'll just stay here. For the rest of the day, forever.

They can't kick you out the day of the play!

She called me her lamb chop.

..."So you knew about it?" and I was like, "Yeah," and he was like, "Why didn't you tell me? I saw you today," and I was like, "I dunno!"

Miss, I just don't like hair.

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