Grr... no one makes fun of me and gets away with it. Whitney's down again from where ever she lives *can't remember*, and we're going out to lunch with her at Red Lobster. Mommy just informed me that there were some things floating around started by Rachel about Mommy, me and Nessa, which made me mad. How dare her? I babysit her f*cking daughter and go shopping with her for what?! She talks about me behind my back. I mean, sometimes when Mom-mom and Mommy are talking about her behind her back, I try to put a stop to it... but you know what? Not anymore. If she can't keep her damn mouth shut, why should my mom and Mom-mom? God I hate her now.

And I had typed up a huge entry yesterday when my computer froze, and I'm not about to go retyping the intire thing right now. I'll fill you in later.

I wrote my sn and scanned it on so you guys could see my handwriting! <<>>