You can always count on the Fembot to bounce back. Timing's about right. Nothing solves every problem, but this'll put a dent in a few.

We had cake tonight. Cake!

Apparently, i sprained Wolverine, Jr.'s ankle on the courts when we played on Labor Day. He pointed at me, and said, "Legend-Killer." Then, gesturing at his swollen shoe, "Legend." MY BAD.

I desperately need to lock myself up in my room and read my comic books.

I think i'm supposed to sing in the choir this Christmas. I need someone i know to team-up with me and do this right. I'm not doin' this if Auntie Cindy will be the second-hippest person in the choir. That's not cool, people.