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Feb 11, 2006 11:59

Yesterday I was cleaning out my room and found a notebook marked "AMY PRIVITE". Intrigued, I looked further. My old journal. Only six entries, but one caught my eye.

Dear jurnel
it's
Doctober 24th 1998
i got a sip a water,

11:33 at Matheson library. fond a book 'bout Madeline, 11:34.
' got more water Q. a 12, ' got a read ta a varry cute, but miss understandable babby who wanted "old black fly".
' got a leave at 1:00.

' fond Three Trees, 12:15. Reading it, 12:17. 'Car wash guy got to sip a water, gave me a PEN, buy the way, did I tell ya we where liss'nin ta Bruce Springsteen, and I was writin' with pen, and it was 1:16? And buy the way I'm liss'nin ta "jersey gril." Ya know, Sha la"? Ya do'nt? Then I'll talk 'bout parrot dropping and fish paste sandwitchis for the rest of the day. Krage would chuw gum.
p.s.
Hey! it's me! Have you Herd about 'Star Ship Titanic? O.K. I couldint HARDLY beleave it when Mommy said she

wouldint play it, so I coulding lisin to the parrot thats with now at 20:38, that will not SHUT UP! It's 20:49, and I just noticed there was a suck-u-buss, and Krage, (and did I tell you the suck-u-buss was "mother of all suck-u-buss's?) And Nobby was there, (this is NOT a joke!) And MARSCINTA was there to. Well, that just goes to sho...) HEY! WHY AM I TALKING LIKE NOBBY?!? I'm conting my PAROT FETHERS, and words now
332 WORDS
IN NUBERS
6 FETHERS

(By the way, I'm dreaming.)

I had taste. And insanity. Mostly insanity.

~Amy :)
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