And when it comes to being ready for Grad, well, no one's readier than I am. Like being sweet matters. Like shaving your legs makes all the difference. My dress covers what my pathetic English teacher, Andrews, might call a 'multitude of inadequacies'. Here's what I've seen.
Boyfriends are only friendly because they're wusses.
They're ball-less wonders in a teacup. Lance , a real wonder. This beauty assumed that just because I was cute, I'd smile adoringly every time he'd open his mouth. When you think about it, maybe not with anyone else, either. So, to get back to Grad day, I'm supposed to hop on board with some acne-faced mommy's boy and bring him home by eleven sharp, virginal and beaming, having had a real humdinger of a time.