Bella bought a motorcycle.

A mother fucking motorcycle.

Now, I know it sounds like I'm mad, but I'm actually not. I'm actually laughing. It's a hilarious thought. The only reason I know is because I saw her and Jacob Black hauling them off to his place when I was walking to first beach. She bribed me with spaghetti and twenty bucks.

What can I say, I'm a cheap-ass hoe who loves spaghetti.

She's been getting pretty close to this Jacob kid, and I think it's good for her. Jacob Black, I know. I was pretty shocked. Bad boy, auto-freak Jacob who cliff dives and is oh-so tan and Indian and delicious.

Focus Abigale.

I don't remember a whole lot about the kid, though, just that we were once upon a time friends when we were in, like, diapers. But, I guess going to two different high schools and me having a million and one things to do kinda got in the way.

He always thought barbies were dumb anyway, and when I was seven, barbies were NOT dumb.

Focus Abigale.

I could care less, but Bella seems to like him well enough. I just hope she's finally going to get over stinkin' Ed. That'd be a miracle.