before they arrived.
I'm sitting in nicole's room. I'm semi-stable. She's talking about how her boyfriend didn't want her oreos. Oh well. I say. there is a picture of them on her desk. it's framed in black. he's wearing a black leather jacket, and she's wearing the scarf I knitted for her for her birthday. we just agreed that it was okay that we were pretty much finished with our packages of oreos we bought because we had someone come over and help us eat them. She had pat. I had bryan. I had bryan because he came over to watch Pulp Fiction with me last night. it was fun. but he really didn't eat that many oreos. so I'm kind of busted. we are listening to the chili peppers. the bass is good. Nicole is silent. Oh. she's eating oreos. the rest of the package--she's going to finish them. I have to go.