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hiLARious. Canyon thought so, anyway.
zoegirl:
also Canyon was wearing a tank top, and her bra strap kept slipping down, and she made sure everyone in the room knew all about it. every five minutes, she was like, “Omigod, my bra keeps falling off. Whoops, there it goes again!”
mad maddie:
at least she was wearing a bra. that’s good, isn’t it?
zoegirl:
no. yes. maybe. her bra was polka-dotted and adorable, and I hated it.
mad maddie:
some of the girls in my dorm are not perma-bra wearers. it is unnerving, not so much cuz of the lack of bra(s), but because I’m aware of the lack of bra(s). and because I’m aware of being aware.
mad maddie:
I mean, normally I’m the “pish-posh, who cares about conventions” girl, aren’t I? isn’t that *my* role?
zoegirl:
it is, yes. but not wearing a bra is . . . I don’t know. I want to say tacky, but maybe I need to think about it.
zoegirl:
BUT ANYWAY, I finally pulled Doug away and said, “Don’t you want to be with *me*?”
mad maddie:
ah, crap. and he wanted to keep playing cards with too-cool Canyon?
zoegirl:
zoegirl:
I feel loserish in so many ways.
mad maddie:
Zoe. listen up, cuz this is important. do u and Doug have plans for the rest of the day?
zoegirl:
I don’t know. He hasn’t woken up yet. I’m hoping we’ll go have breakfast together, just the two of us.
mad maddie:
stop hoping, cuz yr going to leave and yr going to leave NOW.
mad maddie:
do not pass go, do not collect $200. just grab yr stuff and tiptoe out of the room.
zoegirl:
???
zoegirl:
why?
mad maddie:
cuz he needs a taste of his own medicine. cuz he shld have treated you better, and he needs to be reminded of that.
zoegirl:
you really think I should just leave?
mad maddie:
hells yeah
zoegirl:
it wldn’t be too rude?
mad maddie:
it wld be exactly the right amount of rude. go!
    Sun, Sept 22 , 7:30 PM E . D . T .
SnowAngel:
Madikins, I have been thinking.
mad maddie:
cool!
mad maddie:
I haz been eating the marshmallow moons out of my box of Lucky Charms. yolo!!!!
SnowAngel:
AHEM
SnowAngel:
I talked to Zoe this afternoon, and I can’t get that girl Canyon out of my mind.
SnowAngel:
Canyon, who wore a cute polka-dot bra.
SnowAngel:
did Zo tell you about the cute polka-dot bra?
mad maddie:
she did, but I think Zoe was more concerned with the Canyon part than the bra part.
SnowAngel:
well, I know, silly. that’s why I texted you instead.
mad maddie:
me no understand
SnowAngel:
you know the business class I’m in?
mad maddie:
the one you registered for by accident?
SnowAngel:
we have to come up with a fake start-up business. blah blah blah, boring boring kill me now.
SnowAngel:
we have to write a marketing plan and figure out overhead expenses and make a budget, and omg, it’s going to be a TON of work.
mad maddie:
is yr prof still a she-devil in sensible shoes?
SnowAngel:
why does she think anyone cares about this stuff? who in their right mind wants to be an entrepreneur?
mad maddie:
oh gee. I dunno. Bill Gates?
SnowAngel:
who’s Bill Gates?
mad maddie:
exactly
mad maddie:
so what business are you going to start?
SnowAngel:
none, obviously
SnowAngel:
but in Pretend Land, I’m thinking a store that sells really cute bras. isn’t that brilliant?
mad maddie:
like Victoria’s Secret?
SnowAngel:
NO, cuz my store wld be better and cuter and adorabler.
mad maddie:
you are nutso, A. I can’t believe that Canyon’s polka-dot bra is yr takeaway from Zoe’s shitty night.
SnowAngel:
does that make you not like me?
SnowAngel:
I *do* feel bad for Zo. but now I want a bra with polka-dot straps . . .
mad maddie:
I think I will put lotion on my heels, which are a bit dry. come here, plz, lotion.
SnowAngel:
and my business idea is good! I have deets and supporting evidence and everything, and the beautiful part is that I gathered it all just by living my life!
SnowAngel:
so here’s what I’m thinking.