Contrary to popular belief, I am not sincere, heartfelt and careing. I can be, to certain things, but really. There isn't a whole lot of respect running through my veins. Therefore, my guilt level, more oft then not, is non existant. Sometimes. I fight. With friends. Sometimes. I feel bad about it. Sometimes. I want to say sorry. But most the time, I can't.
This is a problem. This causes me to lose friends. Dang it.
Also. My knee, it hates me. It likes to cause me grief. I think I might need a doctor.
Ani. She teaches zumba on saturdays. She is nuts. Nuts people. I mean nuts. Try her out. You would love her, but she is for the more experienced. Start with Jackie, then Kathy, then finally, if you feel like a veteran. Work up to Ani. I like her. She's spicy.
Sometimes I see Wendy at the rec. I like Wendy. alot.
Also today, My bishop said this: "Mandi, you aren't so spunky when you're fresh out of the wrapper." Translation: Wrapper means bed.
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that was almost an apology.
almost.
also,
i like ani a lot.
i wonder if she does some form of crack though.
does crack give you energy?
maybe she just eats a lot of sugar.
or little children.
more or less, we like ani.
oh,
i played with cailey last night.
she told me about bunny boy.
you might want to stay away from him.
he'll either eat your flesh,
or ask you to prom.
both which would be bad.
sometimes crack can energize you probably.
and oh. please I would love prom with bunny boy. I am scared of you playing with cailey.
a little.
but. zumba? tuesday?
Maybe?
oh, why does that scare you a little?
& yes. let's do zumba on tuesday.
i'll drive rita.
you can ride with me, if you want.
miley can come along too.
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