I’m not doing well. All I can think about is Steve. Steve this, Steve that. Last night I dreamed of Steve. Every night I wish Steve would call. At my party yesterday everyone was talking ‘bout Steve. For about five minutes.
Only three people came! Everyone else was out of town or busy. The party was great. I had the best time! So did everyone else. We went swimming, danced and pigged out. It was a blast!
Tomorrow I’m getting my teeth out. Blech. I wish I’d get braces. You know what I mean. I want straight teeth!