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March 12, 2005
continued from 11 March

My friends can hear Shelley whoopin' it up even though the phone is pressed to my ear. They roll their eyes and shoot me twisted smiles.

"Guess you can't say what that's all about,"June says after I'm off.

"Trust me, you don't want to know,"I say.

This is what Shelley shared: "I'm through with Derrick's shit. I got no time for MINE! You think that by eatin' my own, I'm sayin', ‘Hey, it's time for me to deal with MY shit'?-

I want to tell her to eat shit and die. Alas, I can't.