Yolo

Read Online Yolo by Lauren Myracle - Free Book Online

Book: Yolo by Lauren Myracle Read Free Book Online
Authors: Lauren Myracle
Ads: Link
heroically) on crutches?
zoegirl:
I already know both of those things.
SnowAngel:
oh
SnowAngel:
wld it make u feel better to know that sure, you might have had bad sex, but I’ve never had sex at all?
zoegirl:
no
SnowAngel:
damn. two strikes.
SnowAngel:
um, wld it make u feel better to know that not onlyam I STILL EATING DODGY CHEESE SANDWICHES FOR EVERY MEAL, but that half the Zetas shoot me dirty looks every chance they get?
SnowAngel:
because of Mae, whose boyfriend I supposedly kissed.
SnowAngel:
does that make u feel even a little better?
zoegirl:
why would I take pleasure in your pain?
SnowAngel:
oh c’mon. because I am giving you permission to take pleasure in my pain! to make your pain go away!
zoegirl:
I don’t think it works that way.
    Wed, Oct 2 , 10:35 PM E . D . T .
SnowAngel:
oy! I am such a cuckoo!
SnowAngel:
I forgot to thank u both for the chocolates, u dear sweet dearies!
mad maddie:
yr welcome. it was Zoe’s idea.
mad maddie:
Zo, u there?
SnowAngel:
she’s prolly gone to bed.
mad maddie:
what the . . . ? it’s seven thirty!
SnowAngel:
in California, ya show-off. in Zoe Land, as I understand it, bedtime is promptly at 10 pm so that she can get a full eight hours of sleep before waking up at 6:30.
mad maddie:
why the hell does she get up at 6:30?
SnowAngel:
so she can make it to her 8 am class
mad maddie:
why the hell does she need an hour and a half to get ready?
SnowAngel:
shower, shave, moisturize. blow-dry hair. pick cute outfit. put on makeup. it’s all about good hygiene, Miz Mads.
mad maddie:
good hygiene is overrated.
mad maddie:
so is doing laundry. HATE doing laundry. had no idea how much till now.
SnowAngel:
I so hear you. there’s a girl in my pledge class who mails her dirty laundry home and then her mom mails it back all fresh and clean.
mad maddie:
that is ridiculous
mad maddie:
is that girl you?
SnowAngel:
ha ha, vair funny
mad maddie:
one moment, plz. must curse at the change machine for once again failing to accept my dollar bill.
SnowAngel:
hey, do u have a special laundry bag for yr intimates?
mad maddie:
hubba-wha?
SnowAngel:
yr lingerie, silly
mad maddie:
ohhhhh. you mean my thong made of pearls and my nipple-baring bra.
SnowAngel:
*eyes widen to saucers*
SnowAngel:
Maddie! I will be SO IMPRESSED if you really own those things. do you?
mad maddie:
no, fool
SnowAngel:
I think you shld invest in both. I truly do.
mad maddie:
and I will definitely positively absolutely keep that in mind.
mad maddie:
but only if the nipple-baring bra has cute straps
SnowAngel:
boom! YES!
    Thu, Oct 3 , 9:05 PM E . D . T .
SnowAngel:
bork! bork bork BORK!
zoegirl:
bork?
SnowAngel:
Lucy stole my chocolates!
zoegirl:
the ones we sent you? no way.
zoegirl:
she didn’t really, did she?
SnowAngel:
uh, yes, cuz she is evil and shld be sent to Urinetown. also this time I had a witness. his name is Reid, andhe’s an ubergeek—”Doctor Who” shirts, carries miniature U.S. Constitution in his backpack (!!!), etc.—and he’s my personal sherpa cuz of my crutches and all.
zoegirl:
your “sherpa”?
SnowAngel:
yup. he’s in my geology class and he saw me struggling with my stuff, and also my cute jacket with Buddha on it was tied around my waist but kept falling off, and so he jumped up and helped me. and he’s been helping ever since!
SnowAngel:
he keeps telling me he doesn’t have to.
SnowAngel:
*I* keep telling him he doesn’t have to! ack!
SnowAngel:
but he insists. so what am I supposed to do? I mean, it’s not like I have a golf cart, right?
zoegirl:
?????
SnowAngel:
or a Segway. THAT WLD BE SO AWESOME IF I HAD A SEGWAY!
SnowAngel:
oh! did you know that science classes have labs yr supposed to go to? and, like, your lab grade is factored into your overall grade?
SnowAngel:
geology, you so crazy!
zoegirl:
Angela, *you* are so crazy. are you on drugs?
SnowAngel:
pain meds, baby. nom nom nom.
zoegirl:
well, they’re making

Similar Books

Unknown

Christopher Smith

Poems for All Occasions

Mairead Tuohy Duffy

Hell

Hilary Norman

Deep Water

Patricia Highsmith