Larry S. loves me. Fantastic. I can see a passing grade now, no matter how much previously doubted.
Have been talking to Scott the Marine lately again. Hear he's unhappy, well that is a shame.
Met a kindred spirit at the hair salon (where I go to relax as a treat to myself) today. Emma from London who came here all alone to New York. We equally hate men, and feel the same about my and her fair cities. Well, I think that's right cute.
Ran three miles today at the track. Pretty decent.
Am feeling better about my knees, the girls at school are so nice. I love that place so much. I love the fact that its just us, no matter how crazy it gets. Always a shoulder to lean on.
Was approached by a bum todayu about a dubious stain on the seat of my light blue pants. I told him off as he overly complimented my "shiner" (the pants were nylon, you see). J. and A. were laughing hysterically.
%Knuckle sale tomorrow, but for now, sweet bed...
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