After wading through hours and pages of inane bullshit I finally found a post on a 12-year-old girl’s blog that I wanted to unload on.
(no inuendo here)
Anyway, believe it or not, I’m not a total asshole so I left the poor girl alone.
It was hard.
Very hard. (seriously, you need a psychiatrist)
Here is what’s happening in Abbie’s World:
7th Grade Dance (and more)
Okay, heres the situation. the dance is comeing up on friday and of course i dont have a date. I didnt expect to have one but… the guy that has a locker next to me lets call him jim (not his real name) Okay i dont know if jim likes me or not but hes kinda nice to me and sencitive (he thinks puppies arae cute). Problem he has only 1.5 arms. Im not being mean but if he asks me or asks me to dance i dont know what i would say. I dont think i love him maybe im wrong i dont know. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
I mean, I wouldn’t even know where to start with this one.
An entire thesis could be written on this.