HARPY BINDAY, FATEMAH.
17 years old with the mental age of a 7 year old.
Sigh.
She wants a car, she wants a car.
This week has been mostly (resolved) arguing, compliments from teachers, reprimands from teachers, an abundance of oil paint and palette knife things and being amazed at the muchness of non-queuing for lunch. Ah, being a sixth former rocks my socks.
Today, it was decided that it would be amusing to tape a magazine to Kris's arm.
No one noticed.
The world is an odd plance.
I mean place.
But plance, too.
What else?
Hmmmmm.
Ah yes. On the train today, a stranger offered us sweets. And, uh, we took them. Twice. So out of the window went parental advice, in exchange for le chocolat.
C'etait typique.
3 comments:
I NOTICEEDDEEE
MY BIRTHDAY
I GOT A DARTH TATER
LIKE
YEAH
AND A PINK DIMANTE STUDDED TAX THINGY HOLDER.
FOR MY INVISIBLE CAR
I LOVE CASSIE
Cassie, to be honest, I don't think that you have to worry about being kidnapped, raped and murdered.
Kidnapped: Does he have a giant net or a JCB?
Raped: Come on love, don't flatter yourself.
Murdered: the only feasible possibility. But then only if the guy had a bazooka.
ONLY KIDDING. I'D KIDNAP AND RAPE YOU IF I COULD.
Hello Cassmond,
I AM NOT YOU.
Now I'm only going to tell you that once.
Regards,
Roserjgneh
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