Okay. My birds DIED. "It was the cold, or brain damage," says Auntie. Cuz my room is the coldest room in the house. And the brain damage thing is because when Brea, Nick, and I went to pick them up that time, they flew into the walls several times. I feel bad, maybe I'm somewhat responsible?
But that's not what I'm writing about today (Lynn: How mean you are, you terrible creature!). I'm writing about the newer chapter. God sends me another heartwarming life lesson of empathy and understanding. Oh joy. You know how I always make fun of Shaun cuz he's so seemingly obsessive about John?? Well. Now that Brea may be getting a boyfriend, I know exactly how he felt. It's like, "I WAS HERE FIRST!" And it's just scary. So Shaun, sorry I make fun of you and call you a gay. I will, of course, continue to do so, but know that deep down I know the truth. ... Though I still suspect that you are gay. Because unlike you, I will not be selfish and try to destory my best friend's happiness. Because I'm better than you. And I love her more than you love John. =] Kay. To anyone who is reading this, I am sorry most of it was written as though Shaun were reading it... Pay that no mind...
Audra Connolly · Wed Dec 06, 2006 @ 07:52pm · 0 Comments |