schooooooooool!!!!!!!

j'adore lunch with the boys in the courtyard. so nice! courtyard is lovely.
the narcissist tried to grab my boob, but i'll put that behind me.
again.
and again.
and m. asked me how i can deal with them.
why?
the narcissist: "well i was on vacation and i saw this little kid so i was like 'hey can i feel your nips?' and the kid said no, so i'm like 'so at least can i rub 'em?' kid: 'no!! i'm a little kid! rapist,' so he's like 'no. i'm a child molester. run away!!!! :0' (at this point, mp3-boi shoves his hands down the narcissist's shirt.)

so yeah. i'm used to it. this is the fifth year of hanging out with the narcissist.
so i'm used to it.
our math teacher wears, uhm, tight pants. at least in the butt.
you can kind of see his, uhm, pant line.
it's weird.
-hides under shelf- i wasn't the only one.
zo-zo, penguu, stacey, m., all the girls were like, 'what the fck!???!?!?!'
trust me boys. not tight pants unless you have no panty lines.
just saying.
that's all for now; g.s.'s bat mitzvah tomorrow.
expect a full report tomorrow, loves! or the day after...

blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

Figures,
U'll
Never
Know

p.s.: partay! pics may come.