Reviewing

Jul 18, 2010 19:24

I'm looking back at my old diary (that lasted only a few days, but those days are detailed very nicely) from eighth grade.

Just thought I'd share a part of it: "Dominic A. threw a basketball at my 'balls.' It hurt a lot. He called me a woman because it hurt so much. Although I'm pretty sure that women don't have balls."

That is all.

Update: "I bet my daddy would get frusterated (sic). He would say, 'Dominic, I think it's impossible for you to write a good, serious, sincere poem.' But you know what? Chicken butt. I don't care."
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