September 14, 2000
You may not be talking to me
Matt and I were living together. He built me a bathroom with glass walls and I was not happy. When looking out the north wall, I saw Maria. She was lividly yelling at me. "You may not be talking to me, but I'm talking to you, bitch."
I ordered out for fettuccine alfredo. when the delivery guy came and we opened the gates, Honey escaped and ran towards Maria's house.