Day Eleven
Well, I'm off to school. Well it's University, so it's way more mature. But I still hate it. All the talking and people staring. Plus there's this filthy monkey; that dirty, evil hairball - it's like Calm-It-Down already!
Anyway, I've gotta have my lunch all planned out or I'll never eat and then we can't learn as my body starts devouring my delicious brain tissue, again. Oh, it is such a trauma isn't it, to learn in the safetiness of my own home. Well because, you see, the table is wonky and those pictures... those pictures of those disgustingly evil, hideously demented people - I learn Human Biology. I know, I know. It's completely outrageously perfect for me isn't it.
You know I could be the people person if I wanted, I could, um…well I could throw some cookies out on the road for those vultures you call neighbors. Stop it, STOP laughing... I'll smack you with a stick!
Anyway, I've gotta have my lunch all planned out or I'll never eat and then we can't learn as my body starts devouring my delicious brain tissue, again. Oh, it is such a trauma isn't it, to learn in the safetiness of my own home. Well because, you see, the table is wonky and those pictures... those pictures of those disgustingly evil, hideously demented people - I learn Human Biology. I know, I know. It's completely outrageously perfect for me isn't it.
You know I could be the people person if I wanted, I could, um…well I could throw some cookies out on the road for those vultures you call neighbors. Stop it, STOP laughing... I'll smack you with a stick!
posted by A Twig-Like Hermit at 8:33 am
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