I have a right to my anger, and I don't want anybody telling me I shouldn't be, that it's not nice to be, and that something's wrong with me...

I'm mad at Theresa.

Rachel, Theresa, Sarah

Last night, some friends and I met at Matt's bar for Jucy Lucys and good times. Rachel, Nick and I walked in, said hellos in general, and started to sit down. I looked up and who is sitting there? Oh, that'd be Sarah. My first reaction? "what the f*** are you doing here?" my second, "are you staying with me?"

I'm super glad she's here, I love her to death, and it's been way too long since I have seen her.

Why am I angry with Theresa? Oh, because she knew Sarah was coming and didn't spill.