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“madigan’s pantaloons” only got 3.
zoegirl:
distraction therapy, you say?
mad maddie:
3, i tell u! this is muy impressive!
zoegirl:
i’m not sure i’m grasping the point of all this …
mad maddie:
the point is that there IS no point. it keeps me from thinking about angela, that’s all.
mad maddie:
but since U made me think about her again—thanks a lot—do u think she’s coming to dylan’s party tonight?
zoegirl:
i don’t know. she’s pretty depressed.
mad maddie:
which is exactly why she needs to come.
mad maddie:
what about u? are u coming?
zoegirl:
i have to work first—i picked up a shift since we have tomorrow off. but i’ll swing by after.
mad maddie:
ooo, you picked up a shift at Kidding Around? nudge-nudge, know what i mean, know what i mean?
zoegirl:
maddie? you’re trying to make a sex joke about a childcare facility.
mad maddie:
it’s a stupid name. i can’t help it.
mad maddie:
so shld i invite chive to dylan’s? i wanna invite him to do SOMETHING, only i don’t want it to be boring, which i’m fairly sure dylan’s won’t be. do you follow dylan on twitter?
zoegirl:
i did, but it made me want to buy him “hooked on phonics.” HIS SPELLING MAKES ME CRINGE! so i muted him.
mad maddie:
HA. well, apparently there will be copious amounts of beer.
zoegirl:
dylan’s an idiot to tweet that. what if his parents see it?
zoegirl:
tonnie wyndham’s in my english class, and last week she said on facebook how she’d plagiarized her book review. only ms. griffith found out, because ms. griffith surfs the net and types in her students’ names.
mad maddie:
that girl needs to change her privacy settings.
mad maddie:
she doesn’t seem to have much interest in privacy—or shld i say boundaries—in the first place, tho. today in health, she asked how many calories r in a tablespoon of sperm.
zoegirl:
ewww!
mad maddie:
wanna know the answer? 9.
zoegirl:
that is revolting. mrs. wayker actually knew?
mad maddie:
guess it’s not the first time it’s come up.
mad maddie:
ha—come up, get it?
zoegirl:
i am *never* giving anyone a blow job, not even my husband.
mad maddie:
bullshit. u totally will.
zoegirl:
why would you say that? it’s disgusting!
mad maddie:
prude, prude, prude. when u find the person who makes u GLOW, u’ll go down on him quick as a wink. and then HE’LL glow. you’ll blow; he’ll glow.
mad maddie:
god, i’m on a roll. this stuff just comes out of me—i don’t even have to try.
zoegirl:
maddie, there’s nothing here for you to be proud of. hate to break it to you.
mad maddie:
blah blah blah. i’m gonna make the bold move and call chive, and then i’ll text angela and tell her that she’s required to go too.
    Wed, Nov 24 , 5:41 PM E.S.T .
mad maddie:
hey, girl. ready for dylan’s party?
SnowAngel:
dylan’s party? that’s tonight?
mad maddie:
yeah, and newsflash: you’re coming. and so is chive! wh-hoo! so u’ll get to meet him, which u claim u’ve been wanting to do.
mad maddie:
more importantly, it’ll get u out of yr funk. u’ve been moping about in your room ever since u got home from school, haven’t u?
SnowAngel:
yes and no. i was moping for a while, but it wasn’t helping, and all i could think about was how terrible everything is. so i rode my bike to little five points to clear my head.
mad maddie:
huh. exercise. not familiar with the concept.
mad maddie:
did it work?
SnowAngel:
well, it’s not like i’m leaping up and down for joy, but i don’t feel QUITE so suicidal anymore.
SnowAngel:
wanna know why?
mad maddie:
er … why?
SnowAngel:
cuz of what happened when i got back home, which i am calling my GREAT BRACELETBREAKTHROUGH. *strikes a tragically romantic pose* even in these darkest of times, i found a light at the end of the tunnel.
mad maddie:
angela, what the hell r u