If you say that Logan Echolls is your pretend boyfriend, I'll love you forever.

Friday night. Just finished Kate's party, where I had to explain some very rudimentary facts about consent to a male aquaintance and ended up saying some kind of odd things to a coworker in the car on the way home. She liked Veronica Mars, so she must have understood me, right? These friends are nothing but trouble. I had a great time.