Last night at cheerleading practice, the coach told me that he’s been reading this blog for two months. He came across it by googling “Cheer New York.”
I was absolutely mortified. I feel like I was talking smack about my boss in the bathroom and he turned out to be in the next stall or something. I kind of want to go back and count the number of mean things I’ve said about people on the squad so I’ll know just how petty and bitchy he now thinks I am.
The problem with this plan, of course, is that I’ll know just how petty and bitchy he now thinks I am.
Luckily, he seemed to think the whole thing was pretty funny.
Go figure.
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