Paula, you little liar you! I’m sick of both life’s casual little liars and big liars. I know it’s perfectly acceptable and that it’s considered to be normal human behavior, but I still think it’s wrong to tell someone you’re going to do something you know you’re not going to do. And all just so she could get the tapes and keep my letters coming. She doesn’t even take in what she reads in the first place! She obviously can’t remember a damn thing in my letters because she asks me so many things I explained in them. She didn’t even know who the fuck Teddy Bear was! She’s either not reading them, or her memory’s like a garbage disposal. What kind of “friend” does this? All she had to do was ask and I’d have sent the tapes anyway. I can give without taking.

The freeloaders didn’t have Scot wake me up today, but you know, I see a pattern here with him lately. I don’t know if he too, is a regular little liar or what, but every time I see him, he tells me he’ll probably be out, or he tried to come out, or he’ll try to, etc. It’s almost like he wants me to think he’s coming, but this one won’t hurt my feelings in the least if he doesn’t keep his word about inviting himself over.