The Rent Welcome Wagon — Page 535

SB was INSANE on the night of her gig.

I should get going. I need sleep....

I wish school weren't mandatory so we could get rid of all the kids who lower the standards and force classes to be dumbed down and based on test scores.

Fredi, no matter what you do, some people won't think outside the box. Even if they can, some are just too lazy. It's so sad- I know people like that, smart and full of potential, but they just don't want to take the time to try anything or explore beyond the surface.

Just uploaded my Harvey photos on fan photos...

Hi, guys!

NTG, how are you here tonight? Deal with your parents?

Hi shubbie.

They gave me the password cuz they were out late. Then they fell asleep cuz they thought I was asleep too.

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haha, thnx...

hi Shubbie

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Okay, because I'm bored...and I need a reason to get working on this...sneak peek at chapter 4...


“No Name!”

Mimi continued to ignore him. She changed positions again, trying to ease the pain in her stomach. It had been long enough that she was now sure she was not pregnant, but she was still sick more often than not. How that the weather was bad, it was even harder to get food, too.

Jaws kicked at her, the toe of his combat boot hitting the small of her back. Mimi rolled back toward him and batted at his foot with one hand.

“F*CK off,” she muttered, still not moving any more than she had to.

Jaws grabbed her shoulders and shook her roughly. He wasn’t kidding anymore. Mimi squirmed away, jolted awake by the flood of adrenaline that came with his touch.

“Get up,” he insisted. “Your ****in’ boyfriend’s gone.”

Mimi sat up at last and glared at him, not willing to let him gain any ground.

“He ain’t my ****in’ boyfriend,” she shot back. “I ain’t never ****ed him yet.”

Jaws narrowed his eyes at her. He was angry.

“You gone ****ed every other asshole in the neighborhood.”

Mimi bit back a sharp retort and tried to convince herself that the pain in the back of her throat was from the cold. It was true. She’d escaped her father only to find herself with a multitude of other men, some of whom were much, much worse. But it was the only way she could make money, and food was essential. As it was, she could hardly stand the thought of it.

“It’s a living,” she shot back angrily.

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speaking of writing NTG - how about my challenge?

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Fredi--working on it...just keep deleting everything I have cuz I end up hating it...

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i used to do a lot of free writing. not ff. just anything that came to mind. don't have time for that anymore.

Fredi, it still nags at me... my cousin is an example. She's really preppy and clean cut, pleasant around adults and gets great grades, ect. It used to be that she was always a complete bitch to me but we got a chance to really talk until over winter break while on a family vacation this year. What bugged me about her was that she acted like such a ditz, but you can tell she really has a lot underneath it all. We had one of those open-up-and-spill-all kind of talks and I found out just how frustrated she was with the whole system of being perfect for everyone and all the fakeness of it... and she won't break out of it. I've been trying to talk to her and see if I can at least do something to help her, she's really stressed over school and being just right for all of her friends. She says she can't change or find out what makes her happy because people need her to be the way she is... it makes me sad. I hate to watch people live that way.

Anyone have any ideas on what to do? Sorry, total threadjack...