Mrs. AK, being the fabulous bitch she is, brought me a souvenir home from her trip to Oregon. She must have sensed how badly I needed a book bag with a secret pocket for sneaking margarita juice into Gallivan on Thursday's for my special snowcones.
Anyway, I had the bag at school Monday night and this girl looks at me and says, "oh my gosh, that bag totally fits you!" Seems like a sly way of proclaiming her hate, doesn't it?
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The bag makers could have done a much better job representing you....
Frustrated about how damn cute you are, or not, I have yet to see you walking about with rain quotations around your head.
Seriously, what are those?
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