L8r, G8r by Lauren Myracle Page A

WOULD it? i thought you wanted me and logan to be hunky-dory, so why r you looking for problems?
zoegirl:
i want things to be hunky-dory if they ARE hunky-dory, but i don’t think you should fake it just for the sake of the jeep.
SnowAngel:
what a horrible thing to say! omg, zoe!
zoegirl:
angela, wait, i don’t mean it in a *bad* way.
SnowAngel:
what other way IS there?
zoegirl:
well, then i’m sorry
zoegirl:
just delete that whole remark, ok?
SnowAngel:
*crosses arms over chest*
zoegirl:
maybe i’m just having troubles of my own. maybe i’m feeling bad and taking it out on you.
SnowAngel:
why? did something happen with doug?
zoegirl:
he’s annoyed with me because i don’t want to go to tilman barnwell’s party with him on friday. but it’s going to be that whole popular crowd. i feel awkward around them.
SnowAngel:
did you explain that to doug?
zoegirl:
no. i mean, all of a sudden doug IS friends with them, and i don’t want to hold him back. but atthe same time, i’m like, “wouldn’t you rather spend friday night with me? *alone*?”
SnowAngel:
so what r you gonna do?
zoegirl:
go with him, i guess. since he wants me to.
SnowAngel:
ah-ha! so your rltnshp with doug ISN’T perfect—even you have to make compromises!
zoegirl:
i never said it was perfect!
zoegirl:
and of course i have to make compromises. i never said i didn’t!
SnowAngel:
well, then let’s not fight about it. *thwacks all stupidness away* there, it’s gone.
SnowAngel:
here’s something to change the subject: guess where aunt sadie’s going tonite?
zoegirl:
where?
SnowAngel:
to a POLE-DANCING party! *snickers into cupped hands*
SnowAngel:
it’s the new rage among the 30s set, apparently. she and a bunch of her girlfriends r getting together, and a real live exotic dancer is going to teach them how to do pole-dances.
zoegirl:
i don’t understand. WHY?
SnowAngel:
to learn how to turn on their men?
SnowAngel:
also it’s supposed to be good exercise …
zoegirl:
will they … wear costumes?
SnowAngel:
good grief, i hope not. some of aunt sadie’s friends r, shall we say, rather generously endowed. i’m not really wanting to envision them in g-strings.
zoegirl:
wowzers
zoegirl:
i don’t really know what to say.
SnowAngel:
next month she’s supposed to go to a lingerie party—and the friend who’s hosting that one wants *aunt sadie* to host a sex toy party!
zoegirl:
what happened to tupperware??? do these 30-year-olds not need tupperware anymore?
SnowAngel:
no, cuz they’re 2 busy gyrating around poles. who can store leftovers at a time like that?
SnowAngel:
want me to ask aunt sadie if you can tag along?
zoegirl:
no thanks
SnowAngel:
if you change your mind, just holler!
    Wed, Mar 1, 11:30 PM E . S . T .
SnowAngel:
omg, zoe, i have to give you the report on aunt sadie!
SnowAngel:
zoe!!! WAKE UP!
SnowAngel:
oh fine, whatever
SnowAngel:
so aunt sadie stumbled in half an hour ago, all tipsy and giggling and loud, and she woke me up so she could do her dance for me.
SnowAngel:
she had to use the bedroom door since she didn’t have a pole, but she’s gonna buy 1 from the exotic dancer, who’s name was marge. isn’t that a terrible name for an exotic dancer? MARGE?
SnowAngel:
anyway, her dance was all full of leg kicks and shimmies and shakings of the boobs, and IT WAS AWFUL!!!
SnowAngel:
it’s so weird when you realize that grown-ups are ppl too, and that they do really stupid and embarrassing things just like we do.
SnowAngel:
she told me her inner thighs are super-sore. she also told me (prepare thyself) that the whole thing made her really horny.
SnowAngel:
my innocence? gone!!!
    Thu, Mar 2, 9:55 AM E . S . T .
mad maddie:
dude! megan got accepted to clemson!
SnowAngel:
yahootie!!!
mad maddie:
she got her letter yesterday. it was big and fat, so she said she had a good feeling about it.
SnowAngel:
aw, that’s