Home sick?
12:25 pm x Saturday, Sept. 13, 2003
Hey there! I am on the computer UPSTAIRS! Just because I am so rebel.
....
Well, not really.
The internet isn't wooooooorking down there.
.............
So I come here.
w00t!
WHOA!
Someone JUST signed in. And I have no idea who it is.
I bet you most of the people on my MSN are either dead or I don' know them.
I'm typing without looking at the key board.
It is REALLY easy. For me.
Yup it is.
That was one of my goals when I was little, to be able to type without looking at the key board.
I wanted to because my mother friend could and her name is Jennifer.
And now I have reached my life long goal.
What the hell? Life long?
I think I'm gonna type until the bulls come home.
HAHAHAHHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My and me mother are gonna go shopping for clothes today. Jeans mostly.
Fuck. My brothers friend keeps calling. I TOLD him that I would tell them that he called.
Because you know, they arn't here right now.
THANK FUCKING GOD!
I think that they are at swimming or somthing. And you know what? I know what my dad is gonna say when he comes hom.
He is gonna be all like, "Why are you on this computer?"
And I'll be like, "Because, you fucked up the internet down there so I came down here."
But I wouldn't say fuck because I am a good girl. *cough*
HARDY HAR HAR HAR!!
I am so rebel. I don't even know what the fuck I am talking about. I can hear my self typing from the loudness of Nirvana in my EARZ!
Yeah. Duh. Ears.
EARS YO!
I wanna go RIIIIGHT now, but you know, my mother just HAS to be on the phone. *whines*
Arn't you getting tired of me whining?
Isn't that the whole point of this diary? No?
Yeah I think so. And if you don't think so then you are stuuuuuuuuuuuupid. Stuuuuuuuupid like a mooooooooooooose.
Except your stupider than a moose. WAY mor stupider.
Tell me what I am going on about.
NOW!
I think maybe it is best if I leave.
Bye there!
(THEY ARE HOME)