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bad word, fuckhead.
SnowAngel:
if there is a roll shortage, grab me one! and a spare
SnowAngel:
and u know how much i love my butter, so grab some extra butter thingies too. ok, my little bunghole spunk-bubble?
mad maddie:
*your* bunghole spunk-bubble?
mad maddie:
i am no woman’s spunk-bubble save my own!
SnowAngel:
mwah!
    Fri, Sept 17, 5:15 PM E.D.T .
mad maddie:
s’up, peepz? u heading over for our friday night festivities?
zoegirl:
in car with mom. there in five. was i supposed to bring anything?
mad maddie:
just yo dancin ass, baby, cuz robyn is crankin and i’m ready to groove. (er, if you won’t be offended, that is. she does say the f-word, u know.)
zoegirl:
angela on the way too?
mad maddie:
yes’m, and when we see her, we can tease her about her loverboy some more. “oh, he is so amazing. every moment at the dark horse was something special. i really think he’s the one!!!”
zoegirl:
you don’t really think she’s gonna sleep with him, do you?
mad maddie:
r u serious? she may be a fool, our angela, but she’s no skank.
zoegirl:
i never said she was!
mad maddie:
anywayz, rob’ll be long gone before things get that far. especially if angela’s been feeding him the same hoo-ha she’s been feeding us.
zoegirl:
i guess
zoegirl:
it kind of startles me that she’d even consider the possibility.
mad maddie:
u don’t think about it? ever?
mad maddie:
oh, wait, ur saint zoe. of course u don’t.
zoegirl:
of course i THINK about it, but that’s all.
mad maddie:
well, that’s all angela’s doing. she *thought* about it with dixon schaeffer too, remember? and that scott guy from the pool?
zoegirl:
oh yeah.
zoegirl:
pulling onto your street. see you soon!
    Sat, Sept 18, 6:00 PM E.D.T .
SnowAngel:
omg, this sucks.
mad maddie:
what sucks?
SnowAngel:
me, my life, MY MOM.
SnowAngel:
maddie, it’s saturday night and i’m stuck at home with chrissy, who discovered “grey’s anatomy” on netflix and is now watching every single episode of every single season. this SUPER sucks.
SnowAngel:
(altho, fine. still a good show, at least in the beginning. and patrick dempsey still hot hot hot.)
mad maddie:
oh, that’s right. yr grounded. zoe called, but she didn’t give me the full story.
SnowAngel:
i shld have known something was wrong when my mom picked me up from your house yesterday. shewas all “hello, angela” in this frosty, ice-queen way, but i didn’t care cuz rob and i were SUPPOSED to go to a movie tonight and i was imagining the romantic possibilities of snuggling in the theater together.
SnowAngel:
but then my mom axed all of that, thx very much.
mad maddie:
sorry, babe
SnowAngel:
aaargh! the whole thing is SO not a big deal, but she’s making it out to be a federal case. she waited till we were halfway home and then she said, “angela, i read a note in your french book, and i know u didn’t go to the library thursday night.”
mad maddie:
well, no, cuz u were at the dark horse
SnowAngel:
she was like, “how can i trust u? ur the only member of the family who is dishonest, angela, and i consider this a character flaw.”
mad maddie:
a character flaw—yowza. the moms hasn’t laid that one on me yet.
SnowAngel:
i just kinda plummeted inside myself, the way i always do when i’m confronted with something “wrong” that i’ve done.
SnowAngel:
thank god she didn’t realize it was a bar i’d gone to—then i’d really be dead. she just thinks i met up with rob and hung out, but apparently that’s bad enough, cuz now i’m stuck at home with my 12-year-old sister while george o’malley holds his finger over a hole in some dude’s heart.
mad maddie:
aw, george. i remember george!
SnowAngel:
he’s pretty adorakable. u shld bike over and watch it with us! please, please, please!!!
mad maddie:
can’t, sorry. i’m already biking to work. i