bright light city

You know, I'm really starting to wish this Zenner Corporation had left me where I was... wherever the hell that was.

Some girl at school just threw a sandwich at my head. Guess girls are bitchy no matter where you go. At least at Constance though it would have been a fake Gossip Girl smear campaign; Spotted, Little J skipping lunch again, they say thin is in but Brooklyn never will be. Plus Blair would probably "find" some sort of documentation of me checking into rehab. Neither of which would have me trying to wash mayo out of my hair in the bathroom.

On the bright side, Jake, my lab partner (who has not read Twilight by the way) thinks you're hot.

Okay, seriously? I get away from the machine that can turn you into a fucking duck and I end up here of all places? Just what the hell is going on?

What the hell?