Sep 23, 2004 21:28
Very sad day. Ozzy killed a chipmunk. I saw it and I spanked him (Ozzy not the chipmunk). Anywho, I told him he was bad then I named the chipmunk Oscar and I realized he was dead. So I buried him in my front yard next to one of the water pipes. Bet you five bucks I'll see little Oscar's teeth in the toilet tomorrow morning.
Not that I look or anything.
This is getting weird.
Anyway, I'm in Katie's art class now and I stole Phil Schneidman's seat and then he asked me if I was goth. I wasn't wearing any black. Or trying to kill him.
Hmm... I must be giving off the wrong signals.
I think I'm going to make a cross out of wood tomorrow after school. I'll place it in Oscar's grave and start tearing up. Thou chipmunk is but a memory.
I'm going to go call Rachel, tell a joke on the phone and then hang up. Shall be fun. Ta ta.
Mmmmxxxx
P.S. That doesn't look like restless.
P.P.S. It kind of looks like a blob to me.
P.P.P.S. I wonder how long I can do this.
P.P.P.P.S. That's four P's. Crazy. Looks like a little pyramid. Awww.
P.P.P.P.P.S. Okay that's enough.