Tuesday, September 21, 2004
Balderdash! Poppycock! Rubbish! Baloney! What drivel!
I do not know why I spout such words. But I haven't said anything in here for awhile, so I thought that would be an excellent way to start it off. I have nothing to say. Nothing to peak an interest at least. Today I could not open the door, because I was pushing it on the wrong side. It's one of those tricky doors. And the gang of people sitting in the corner near the door stared at me with grins on their faces. So I laughed to myself, twirled around, presented them with a curtsy and out the door I went. From there I collapsed on the grass in front of my friends, and shook uncontrollably like a leaf.
There is a boy. Who has a stylish rat tail. His glares curse you. Supposedly he does not own a voicebox. We do not know his name but we call him by the name of Hank. We are infatuated by such a creature.
I do not know why I spout such words. But I haven't said anything in here for awhile, so I thought that would be an excellent way to start it off. I have nothing to say. Nothing to peak an interest at least. Today I could not open the door, because I was pushing it on the wrong side. It's one of those tricky doors. And the gang of people sitting in the corner near the door stared at me with grins on their faces. So I laughed to myself, twirled around, presented them with a curtsy and out the door I went. From there I collapsed on the grass in front of my friends, and shook uncontrollably like a leaf.
There is a boy. Who has a stylish rat tail. His glares curse you. Supposedly he does not own a voicebox. We do not know his name but we call him by the name of Hank. We are infatuated by such a creature.
