May 29, 2004
Wake up call today. All my hopes and expectations for this weekend of hanging out with a smart, cool, fun friend of mine from the past kind of fizzled. I fully expected her to be so smart, and understand everything, and not be like these idiots out on Long Island. I still like her, but she hangs with a crowd of people that are terrible people. They are disgusting, even more disgusting than out here—as if I ever thought I could say that. White trash can be so gross…I honestly don't know why she would subject herself to that.