Dear Diary,
Funny story. Last night while on patrol with…shit, what is her name again? That purple chick stalking Tim? Folder? Foiler? Sailor? Whatever the hell. Girl and I were on patrol last night in the garment district when the subject of Timmy came up.
So Girl started gushing about how awesome he is or whatever, which just proves that she is crazy, because I am better. I mean, duh.
Anyways, she wouldn't shut the goddamn hell up, so I might have "accidentally" told her about Tim being in love with me.
And she "accidentally" started crying in the middle of the alley.
Oh God! It was so funny, and I am a horrible person for feeling that way.
Which, I can live with Diary. Really. I can.
Anyway, Girl started shrieking about how it couldn't be true and she couldn't believe it. The usual cliché crap about your boy being gay or whatever, and she ran off sobbing. Which was possibly the most awesome thing I've ever seen.
I really don't like her much. I'll never forget that time she took Alfred's special cookies from me, "jokingly" saying that I was getting fat.
Vapid whore.
So I continued my patrol alone, and who should I run into but Selina-Jugs herself. And she was looking fab-u-lous. I mean…she's always hot but goddamn.
So, once I beat up some muggers, we went back to her place and screwed like it was going out of style.
And I have to say…until last night, I had never experienced a Chinese jump rope and a stepladder quite that way. I will definitely be trying that one again soon.
The birthday party is getting near! Oh Diary I'm so excited…although, I'm a bit concerned about my decision to invite the Titans. They're awfully young. Then again, Wally did catch Wonder-jailbait and Super-clone in the broom closet together. So maybe it won't be such a drag having them around after all. Ten bucks says they sneak off to Dick's old room to get their freak on.
Things and People (heh) to do:
Go shopping for kicky new outfit for party in New York City. Am thinking awesome jeans and sexy shirt combination.
Private salsa lesson at Enrique's loft tomorrow. Don't be late…you need the practice!
Song of the Moment: "Dip it Low," by Christina Millian. (I'll dip her low. Oh, yeah.)
Time to go, Diary. I have some meeting with the Board or Directors or some bullshit now. Lates!
