Katwee, The Carpet Manager

Ah, the Katwee is funny. She is sitting next to me, and making rude comments about my typing and spelling. I blame the keyboard. Not me. Argh, typing is badness. STOP LAUGHING AT ME. She is making fun of me all the time. Maybe I'll just hit her. A lot. And very very hard. I can hit hard, Katwee, let me show you. See. She has also said that she doesn't want to be called Katwee. And now she has left me, for some teacher, or other. Mrs. Wright, to be precise. They are off to have a nice meeting about Katy's academic rapport. Gee is here now, making weird noises at me. Well, she was a second ago. Shh. Now she is just standing. And sniffing. cassie is ugly. Thanks, Gee. The feeling is mutual. Gah. I have nothing to do. Well, that's a lie. I could fix my folder. The best folder in the world, that got broken. I can never ever get such a great file again, even if i tried with all my might to do so. Oh, the greatness overwhelms me even now. And I won't be able to get a good enough replacement. I very nearly cried when it broke. That's right, Katwee, Lois, I'm not emotionally stunted. I do cry. Well, nearly cry anyway. I just prefer not to cry, thankyouverymuch, it does not make me an emotional retard. Grr. But the folder is still broken, and I live on another day.