Danerbean+Katertot: BFFs

dear dana,
i think me and steve will probably be there. he told me to let him know what i decide, and he'll follow suit. ewwww, eric. i'm not excited about seeing him. or that other family member of yours, who is a total bad-word-i-can't-say. my global teacher thinks i'm dating danny, cuz she always sees me with him after school cuz our 8th period classes are next to eachother. i don't have the heart to tell her that the boy she is talking about is in fact, my boyfriend's little brother. awkward.
i hope you've noticed by now that almost every single one of your letters talks about a bathroom somewhere in it. why is that? do you have a new obsession? it just gets weirder and weirder.
i try to not keep up with chandler anymore, cuz i could care less. i saw him a few weeks ago, but it was very brief. and all i did was give him reason to be jealous of my relationship, cuz me, steve and sophie went to spot, and he was there. but so was olga, so he left to hang out with her. >.< cuz none of us will go near her. she has a plague.
american idol is always funny. like that tiptoeing guy from tuesday. oh dear god, me and sophie almost had seizures from laughing so hard. it was crazy. and of course, we can't forget the new sensation sweeping the nation...pants on the ground. my global teacher sang it to poncho the other day, because he was walking around, showing off his underpantssss. so she goes "you need that song. pants on the ground. pants on the ground. lookin' like a fool with your pants on the ground."
so if i come tonight, we have lots to discuss. and your present is either gonna be superghetto or not done. me and steve never got a chance to finish it this week, but i'll try to do it today cuz i've got slc, so i'll have free time.
"are you guys bestfriends?"
"yep."
"do you sell drugs together?"
"yup."
"sell drugs on the corner?"
"yup."
"what corner?"
"dewey."
"ohhh. dewey ave?"
"yup."
"now i get it. you're talking about how many bricks you're gonna get."
"exactly."
"how much you gonna make off that?"
"alot."
"about 50 g's?"
"somewhere around there."
"what's that? about 45 bricks?"
"eh, more or less."
"does it come by boats or trains?"
"trains. always trains. they check boats."
"low key. smart. you're alot smarter than me. i just walk across the water."
"like jesus?"
"yeah, i just carry it. 'what's that?' 'my breakfast.' 'from where?' 'puerto rico, i'm just taking it home.' 'it's powder.' 'oh...' and they just let me go. 'where'd you learn to walk on water?' 'it's an aquired skill.'"

^^^that is what i love about east. this kid asked me about what i was writing, and that was the following conversation.^^^

-caty