abra

the professor was my boyfriend, and i didn't sleep with him until i wasn't in his class anymore. (i got that A fair and square, thank you very much.) just so you all don't get the wrong idea about me; i'm really an old-fashioned kind of girl.

anyway, we broke up last week.

the best response to my last journal entry is from my french friend tyj, who wrote:

"sorry jolie, but 'mort de rire'...on the other hand, he never should be regretted that one made, say just that it is a bad experiment not to be reproduced ( but you know it already all that...)...finally the next time rather thinks of sleeping with me, beautiful imaginative French (yes I have compliments all alone ) that with another ... "

i find that french accent hard to resist.

i must ask ticktockticktock's forgiveness, for not being the one who called him and woke him up.

and smitty, in case you didn't know this already, you're the kind of boy mothers warn their daughters about.

xoxo
abra.