he is leaving me.

there is too much to say. there is too much to say. there is too much to say.

I am stealing books because I have nothing left to abuse.
we are lonely together.

you spent $2.50 on the 25-cent ring machine, to get me the pretty one. it makes no sense.

Christopher says that I am the "cat's pajamas," but he is a fibber because I am totally lame, for reals. I am such a sucker.
he knows about history & dance moves & magic, while I decide what jewels I am going to put on, I can fix my hair for hours ( Read more... )

he is so easy on the eyes, I like to lick his chops! when we are in public, I am so inappropriate, absolutely tactless. I can't help it, I am a loosey goose ( Read more... )

kibbie talks about babies so much it is alarming. his clock is ticking ( Read more... )

I just found out that all of my friends call me "dirty" instead of "jaime," behind my back.
what a bummer.

my baby sure does treat me right! it's crazy stuff. he is good to me like you wouldn't believe.

like, he drew a heart on the etch-a-sketch pad when I was sleeping & left it on my coffee-table for me to find, in the morning. it's a funny-looking thing, too, but he claims that it took him forever, messing with those little knobs & all ( Read more... )

his favorite flavor is purple-flavored & I think that's really gross, but I like him anyway.

we are lovebirds.