Wednesday, April 02, 2003
at 9:39 AMShe Was Just Seventeen
Last night I cleaned the upstairs bathroom. The filth is indescribable in any ordinary terms. Suffice it to state that my little brothers, who are ages ten and sixteen, have not yet grasped the concept of aiming accurately. I make it in the toilet! Why can they not?
The Minibitch turns thirteen today. I thank my lucky stars I move out at summer's end, because this kid is getting ferocious. All three of the mongoloid children I live with watch too much television. They over-dramatize everything and derive conclusions from what does not exist, firstly. I'm surprised Kailey hasn't worked herself into an ulcer yet.
I wonder that I haven't worked myself into an ulcer yet. I no longer understand this "sleep" everyone speaks of. Where does one acquire sleep? Not on that note, I pointed at my head and made my English class examine my grey hair yesterday. Several people said they definitely saw it.
Mayhaps I shall sleep now, seeing as how Mr. Powers took a leave of absence this class period. I could finish my newpaper story about Coach Bruno's student leadership class, but that would require me being constructive. I just don't do that anymore.
