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iAm Bad
I feel bad.
Not sick bad. But Sam Puckett Bad.
I mean, come on, people! I slept in just my socks last night, which is enough to make Sam cringe (and spit out some of her cheese puffs, and you know it's bad when you get Sam to spit out food).
But, it felt strangely good, like I was free... Probably the only good think to come from my mom and Lewbert's relationship.
My toes didn't get jammed into socks and shoes that make my feet look disproportionately larger than my body, my shirt was untucked and able to hang freely, when I sat down you couldn't see my socks (from a combination of not wearing a belt and not wearing socks).
So, overall it felt good to let go.
But I thought that Carly would fall all over me, putting the back of her hand to her forehead saying 'Oh Freddie, you're so bad!', but just kinda laughed at me.
But Sam... she had this look in her eyes. Respect?
Nah, that couldn't be it.
But I think I'm becoming bad. And I have a feeling it might be a good thing.
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I loved the episode. Especially the part where Freddie isn't wearing a belt, and when they call each other Benson and Puckett! :) So cute! All the greatest couples call each other by their last names, so I think that's a sign. (Hello, Jim and Pam from the Office!!)
Anywho, I had to write something about this, and Freddie's new blog, which will be posted tonight too. Read and Review!!
--Freakers