Needless to say, I text-messaged her ASAP. "Buuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..."
Last night I walked into Jane's room. It was kind of late; she was talking online as usual and laughing out loud. When I walked in she turned around and said, "Oh, remember I told you that Kyle (gay Kyle) and I were out at a porn shop and he made me buy a vibrator?" oookkkaaay..."Well, he is always asking me if I used it yet"....THEN SHE SAYS, "WELL I USED IT TODAY AND I TOLD HIM AND NOW HE IS TELLING EVERYONE TO IM ME SAYING 'buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz". I put my hands over my ears at this point and walked out of her room.
Okay what is wrong with this girl. I am appalled. Geez.
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
This is the actual text of an e-mail I received from my mother this morning. She's talking about my 19-year-old sister, recently home for the summer after her first year of college. Let's call her "Jane":