Okay. I really wanted to let things go with CJ and Tasha. I was ready to get a life and move on. And that did not mean hooking up with Nick or Chi. It did not mean obsessing over the Terribles. It did not mean obsessing over Fiesta Beach. The past was in the past.

But, nooo CJ is too much of a CJ to let that happen. I can't believe the trash she is posting on her blog. I thought she'd write like maybe one or two entries and get bored since her brain is so wired to men and money. Who knew she'd find the time to bother writing an online journal (of trash). You should check it out yourself if you want to laugh and get totally ill. It's....nah, why should I give her free publicity. Google her if you want. Just write in MISS ANOREXIA ALIAS LYING SNAKE-GIRL FROM JAMAICA PLAINS.

She is so making herself out to be a poor little victim. She was cursed and misunderstood because she is sooo beautiful. The world, including me, just won't give her a break. We all just don't understand that even gorgeous chicks have delicate souls. Let me hurl right here.

She and Nick were like Romeo and Juliet. HAH. More like Paris Hilton and her latest boy accessory of the moment.

I so wanted to post anonymously (so she doesn't think I am even reading her blog) and tell her she is so full of crap.

Anyway, I've heard that she and Tasha have decided to recruit a new Genesis to complete their Terrible Threesome. Some poor chick named Greta Camporelli. I guess because she starts her name with a G and is new to Jamaica Plains, they think she is interchangeable with me. I guess they need that third wheel side-kick to make the whole thing work. Two witch bookends with a non-witch in the middle.

Anyway, I hear Angela and Shay fighting over hair extensions and which church service to go to with Kenny. It's getting too loud to concentrate, so I'll TTYL.