a slight snag in the master plan
i was done with all my work by 8 this morning. like ALL my work, including those distant projects of "wouldn't it be nice if...". plus there's no one here; i counted 7 cars in the parking lot, none of which belonged to anyone i know... this could spell
t-r-o-u-b-l-e...
def: what britt gets into when she's bored.
latest news on the hot-tennis-coach front: found out his last name is
SCHNAPPY. i'm afraid i might not be able to live with that.