by Gene Morgan
Pictured: Sarah Eaton (3rd to the right in the blue leotard)
Wish I had juice. Why don't I have juice. And a cookie. Where is mom? Why don't I have a juice in my hand? Nancy is about to eat her fists, and I should have worn tights. I think I'm going to lose a finger like Uncle Chad when he fell into the water ice fishing. I hope my teeth don't chatter. I wish I was inside with juice. I wish there was such thing as warm juice. My mom is pretty. Where is my mom? I hate gymnastics. I love earrings. Tommy farted in class today. He's such a jerk. I can't believe I liked him. I hate him. I wish I had a cookie. It's dark. Lisa's house smells, and I'm glad we're outside, even though I might lose a finger. Uncle Chad drinks a lot of Tanqueray. I wish I had tights on. Lisa has too many cats, my mom says. The kind of cookies we have at home are terrible. I can't believe Jenny likes William. He farted on Tommy yesterday. Tommy is such a jerk. My earrings are beautiful. My legs are so cold. I feel my fingers tingling. I hate the YMCA. It smells like old people. When Uncle Chad used the bathroom in the pool, my mom told him he wasn't allowed to come back. He makes really funny faces. My hands and legs are cold. I think I need to pee. Tommy farted on William, and then he farted on Clara, and then he made a big fart sound while standing in the center of the reading rug. I'm not supposed to watch television after eight. I wonder if my mom is going to bring Capri Suns. I can do a center split and Nancy can't. My mom told my dad that Nancy's mom is a bitch. I love the cookies with the pink frosting. Coconut is disgusting. The YMCA is terrible. My earrings are beautiful. Uncle Chad called my mom a bitch when she kicked him out of the house. If there was a warm version of juice, I would drink a gallon of it. My earrings are probably the prettiest earrings I have ever seen.
haha "the reading rug." gene morgan understands what it's like to be a 7 year old girl. excellent!
Posted by: kathryn regina | 10/12/2009 at 02:26 PM