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  67. 3:46 a.m.

Yeah, like a senior is going to kiss me.

Plus he’s going out with Martha, who is smoking hot.

A girl can dream.

…

Working late again. That’s what she said. Just tell Bob to heat up the leftovers from yesterday for you guys. Yeah, cause the only thing better than Hamburger Helper is day-old Hamburger Helper.

I asked her what she was working on, you know, what the case was about, why she had to spend all these late nights at her office. “Oh, Honey, you know I can’t talk to you about my cases.”

Yeah, I know, you can’t talk to me about anything.

Pft.

That’s funny.

Pffft.

I just tried making the sound and spit on the pages a little.

Sorry.

Like anybody is going to read this.

Yeah, I’m talking to you, Markus. Put my journal down right now or I will smother you the next time you fall asleep.

Hahahahahha.

Yeah right, you will never ever find this thing again. I found the perfect hiding spot.

So, yeah, something is up with my mom.

Like six weeks in a row that she has been staying late one or two nights a week at the office.

I mean, that’s not too weird, but she’d been acting weird too. (Too weird then weird too. That’s WEIRD.)

The phone rang last Saturday and she ran from outside to grab it. Never seen my mom run a day in her life. The fat on the back of her legs jiggled and I was going to tell her, but that’s mean. She’s forty-five. I think most women have some of that chunky stuff on the back. I don’t, thank God. Everybody says I got great legs. But I want tits. Come on, girls.

Same thing happened on Sunday.

Bob was watching the Redskins game and didn’t even notice.

Uh, your wife is acting strange, Bob. Get it together, Bob.

Speaking of Bob, Hamburger Helper is ready.

Yay.

Barf.

…

My mom is having an AFFAIR.

Megan and I went to the mall after school. The mall in Baltimore. I guess some guy from her Trig class asked her out to the movies and she wanted to get a new sweater from some place called The Gap. I asked her if she wanted to be alive for her date and if so, then we shouldn’t go to the mall in BALTIMORE.

I told her I would only go because they had a GREAT STEAK ESCAPE there. And she was going to buy me one.

(He was taking her to some like big romance movie called Romancing the Stone.)

BARFFFF!

FINE, I’m jealous.

I want to go on a date to a STUPID movie with a boy from my class.

Someday.

She showed me a picture of him from the yearbook. He’s not that cute. And get this, he’s in the Audio/Visual Club. What a DORKO.