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2000-11-27 - 2:46:02 pm The Big Up: Part 2
Monday

"Isn't he a fuckin nightmare?" Kim said to me on the elevator one afternoon when I was going for lunch. She meant Jake.

She was right. He was. Those illustrations were driving me crazy. I'm soooooo glad I'm done with them. You have no idea. I finished totally like hmmm ... 2 weeks ago I guess.

I'll miss coming here though. I really will.

I think me and Kim talk the most. She's pretty kewl. She was actually the very first person to talk to me there. I was in the copy room and she came in and asked how old I was. Apparently Jake said I looked young. That's what she said anyway.

Last Wednesday when everyone was leaving for the holidays .... I noticed Kim. Her face was totally red. She was crying. She was on the phone and sorta biting her nails. I totally felt her. I dunno what she was going through. I asked but she said she was alright.

"I'm ok. Just my period. Cranky, I'm fine. Thanks though."

I was feeling the way she .... looked I guess. I felt alone and I wanted to cry. I think it was guy-trouble cuz when we were leaving she said ....

"Why are guys such jerks?"

I ask myself that almost everyday.

"I think its some chemical thing," I said. "DNA maybe."

She laughed and that's what I wanted. I'll really miss her. I'm almost done with Normie's book so I wont be at Jake's after that. We're just using him for his computer hehehe.

Not much else has happened.

I'm hoping to get an apartment soon. Mom and Kat bug me online almost everyday. Kat even had the NERVE to ask me to give her old roommate some money for her phonebill. *gasp* I know. INCREDIBLE. I mean ... really. I told her no. I barely comment on anything they say. I mean .... after what they both did to me? Forget it. I don't hate 'em or anything. C'mon ... they're still my family. I love them. I really do.

I just ... I just need space. They still don't get it.

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