Dear
journal :(
I
can’t believe what bad luck I have! I found Hutch’s Mercedes outside Marina’s
place on Broadway. That lying bastard! He called, broke off our date, because his
mom was at VGH getting liposuction and she needed a ride home to her “villa” in
Shaughnessy. I got so mad seeing his car there; he knows how much I hate her
ever since she ruined my 3rd 25th birthday party (I mean,
really, who turns 25 just once??) at Joe Fortes. She walked into the private
seating area like she owned the place, demanded a private table, and said I was
lucky she made an appearance. I hate her, I hate her, I hate her!... What was
he even doing there??
I
don’t know what came over me, but I took my rolled-up Lululemon yoga mat and smashed
the windows in his car. Namaste to that!
:(
Bimbo
Barbie
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