From that day on, everyone thought he was gay for talking about her hair, an ass for getting caught passing notes in the 6th grade and dumb for spelling ridiculous wrong . . . in the 6th grade. I admit we may have been a little cruel toward him with the name-calling but he didn’t seem to mind. He never did. Now that I think about it, I really hope better things have happened to me since then.

7:43

I have to leave; I’ll be late to work. It seems that while I was busy thinking about Brian, I’ve chosen this green blouse with lace patterns. Who bought this, seriously? I throw it on the bed and pick something else from the mess I’ve made on the floor in front of my closet. A black mini skirt and a white blouse lay on the floor together almost as if I had paired them together. I couldn’t have picked a better match myself.