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ma-a-a-a-die! i is here. where u b?
mad maddie:
den. near tv. come!
SnowAngel:
kk. i haz small pressie for u. well, small-medium. well, medium-medium. medium-large? can I bring?
mad maddie:
if it’s a drink, hell yeah!
    Sat, Feb 18, 9:45 AM E . S . T .
zoegirl:
angela, i need to talk.
SnowAngel:
*stretches luxuriously and remembers evening of decadence* last nite was a blast, wasn’t it? even with jana lurking in the corners and giving us murderous glances. i almost peed my pants when maddie made that comment about her being a witch, cuz it was so true. like she was muttering incantations and putting curses on us with her evil mind.
zoegirl:
can we not talk about jana?
SnowAngel:
apparently she’s got some “plan” up her sleeve to get back at maddie. mary kate overheard her talking about it, but she shut up as soon as she realized mk was listening.
zoegirl:
seriously, i don’t wanna talk about jana, k?
SnowAngel:
righty-o *f1icks jana into little witchy-poo trash can*
SnowAngel:
omg, i’ve got “just give me a reason” totally stuck in my head. *sings soulfully with hand to heart: “just give me a reason, just a little bit’s enough!”*
zoegirl:
you and andre were so cute dancing together.
SnowAngel:
i LOVE andre. i should kidnap him and make him live in my closet, and just take him out to hold every nite like a teddy bear.
SnowAngel:
he said i could be his fag-hag, did i tell you that?
zoegirl:
yes, about 1,000 times
zoegirl:
what does logan think of that?
SnowAngel:
of what? of ANDRE?
zoegirl:
it kinda seemed like you weren’t hanging out with him much. logan, i mean.
SnowAngel:
we hung out plenty—what r you talking about? and if maybe we’re still working on things, so? it’s like the song says: “we’re not broken, just bent.” we’ll fig it out.
SnowAngel:
anyway, how would YOU know, miss disappearing act? maddie and i looked all over for you when “thrift shop” came on so we cld belt it out together. you were nowhere to be found!
zoegirl:
well, that’s why i wanted to talk. i’m feeling kinda weird about life, but i don’t *want* to be.
SnowAngel:
yesssss? tell auntie angela all about it.
zoegirl:
well, doug and i somehow ended up alone in vincent’s brother’s room. at 1st we were just fooling around, but then things got … pretty involved.
SnowAngel:
“pretty involved”? that’s such a zoe-way of putting it.
SnowAngel:
kinda skanky that you used vincent’s bro’s room, tho.
zoegirl:
i know!
zoegirl:
and then right in the middle, doug stopped and said, “do you want me to put on a condom? i’ve got one.”
SnowAngel:
*shrieks*
SnowAngel:
little dougie had a condom? he actually went out at some point in time and bought A CONDOM??? zoe, that is SO cute!
zoegirl:
it wasn’t *cute*, it was awful! it means that he’s been thinking about it 2. you know—about having sex!
SnowAngel:
well DUH
SnowAngel:
what did you say?
zoegirl:
i handled it completely wrong. i said, “now?!” and he said, “why not? it’s as good a time as any.”
zoegirl:
after that i pretty much stopped interacting, and eventually he got the point.
SnowAngel:
have you told him about the pill?
zoegirl:
no, i couldn’t make the words come
SnowAngel:
zoe …
zoegirl:
why do i act this way?! WHY? i *love* doug. i should be able to talk to him about anything!
zoegirl:
i just didn’t wanna have sex with him right that second, in vincent’s brother’s room, with me afraid the whole time that someone was gonna come in.
SnowAngel:
sweetie. listen. you did the absolute right thing.
SnowAngel:
you and doug will figure it out … and until then, there’s plenty of other things you 2 can do to keep yourselves occupied.
zoegirl:
i start tomorrow, btw. the pill.
SnowAngel:
i hope you don’t get “spotty dark spots” or whatever.
zoegirl:
gee,