It's a boy

My pregnant friend (sounds funny...but I only have one, what better way to describe her?) wants Ashley and myself to call her tonight....time to open the lines of communication. I can't really hate her for being a f*ck up. I can't hold a grudge, can I? It's just weird, what will I say to her? What will she say to me? Only one way to find out....but now I feel like an a**hole for making fun of her...I feel evil...I feel like a "Heather." She wants us to be aunts since she has no brothers or sisters. I hope she's stopped using drugs. I hope she's ready to change. I hope she will accept Jesus into her heart. Okay, that last line was a joke. I'm going to hell.
R.
p.s. I realize that if you haven't been an avid reader of my blog or if you're not my friend, then you probably don't know what I'm talking about...sorry to make you feel left out.