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26/03 06:34:36
CONFESSIONS OF A BOYFRIEND STEALER— BLOG BY Y/N L/N
[1ST ENTRY]
I just found out that CJ Thompson, my ex–best friend, is going to write a blog, and more important, she is going to use it to totally and completely trash me. (Several people came up to me in school to warn me about CJ's plans.) I know she'll be cranking out megalies and megacrap about what happened two months ago. No one's more bloodthirsty than Miss Anorexica when she's on the warpath.
But that's her. I won't stoop to her level, no matter how tempting (or easy) it would be!
I've got to tell my side, or people might actually believe my ex–best friend's lies. I guess I'd better tell the whole story, background info and all.
See, my problem really was that I was just too vanilla nice. You would know me back then if you saw me. I was the cute-enough girl (cute, but not so cute as to be a threat to you or your friends). Think Jan Brady () from The Brady Bunch but without the annoying personality and the whiny voice.
I was so Miss Supersupportive. I was the one who soothed CJ and Tasha during their "fat" moments (they're both twigs). I was the one who carried a spare tube of cover-up in my purse for their hickey emergencies. I was the one who comforted their male love slaves when things got too emotional and messy and CJ and Tasha didn't want to be bothered.
Don't think I'm some saint, though. After hearing my story, you'll realize that martyrdom is so not me.
I did it all because Tasha Dombrowski, CJ Thompson, and I were best friends. Just to be clear, we were not into modern-day chick bonding stuff. We didn't hug and cry. We didn't say we loved (or luved) each other. We didn't expect a lot of Oprah moments from our friendship.
We called ourselves the Terrible Three, which we eventually shortened to just the Terribles. If CJ or Tasha wanted a guy, she got him, no regrets, no remorse. I aided and abetted (yeah, yeah, I know. I was the Jan Brady Terrible, but I was still a Terrible). I defended CJ and Tasha, claiming it wasn't their fault that they were irresistible to every guy on the planet. I was always on rumor patrol, which meant trying to kill all gossip about the other Terribles (like the perpetual stories about CJ's being pregnant or Tash's having an STD).
We ruled. We weren't like the other kids. We were above it all. We were so beyond Tokyo Technical College.
Okay, so they got all the boyfriends while I watched from the sidelines, but it didn't bother me.
CJ and Tasha said I was a late bloomer when it came to guys and that maybe I'd attract them when I was older, like after high school. Some girls were just born with that late-bloomer gene, they said. I thought they were right—that I'd have to wait till later for the good stuff.
