context: in january 1993, my family moved to nashville.
i also fell madly in love with tony cromier.
oh, and i got braces.
and there was an 80% chance it would snow.
[trans.: Get Braces tomorrow.
80% chance of snow!
Got 2A's, 2B's and 2C's on report card.
Linda is really starting to agravate me.
She's always mooning over Tony Cormier.
Actually I think he's rude. He cusses and is mean.
I don't know what Linda sees in him but...
When she's not talking about Tony it's her grades.
So what if she got a 103 on her report card.
I've got most of my life mapped out and she doesn't even know of a career.]
fyi- in february 1993, we were lookers...