Wednesday, October 19, 2005
I was a weird, weird kid, Part 2
The saga of the diary continues... [Remember, the screwed up spelling and punctuation is directly from the pages of this thing.]
Dear Diary [DD],
Today President Reagan was shot. James Brady--White house press secretary died. Age 40. 2 other people were wounded. Doctor's say Reagan is doing well. It took place around 1:30. Now at 4:16, we understand that James Brady is alive.
[Was I a little Connie Chung in training, or what?]
My mom is really a pain in the ass! Sometimes she's so "sweet" and others I want to kill her. If something happens, who's the first person she asks, ME!
[I was an only child. OF COURSE I was the first person she asked.]
Today I started going with Brian.
Last Fri. night was my first night with Brian Kennedy. We went to see "Road Games," stupid show. But why should I care, I didn't watch very much of it. Wendy & Deann were real pests. I got mad at them. I found out something new, Brian has a great but (along with everything else.) More later!
Love, Karla May [big, flourishy signature]
Today Brian came over. We were lying on my bed kissing, and he tried to feel me off, but I didn't let him. Good for me! I think he understands now.
[I wore a AA-cup bra until my freshman year in college. I can't imagine what in the hell he was trying to "feel off."]
Brian broke up today.
My cat is very sweet.
Help! Mama whipped me! It didn't hurt
Why me? I feel so left out! Hardly anyone talks to me anymore.
You open this like you opened it.
I think Roy has a big nose. But I'm afraid to tell.
Love, Karla May
Tomorrow, the gripping conclusion of, The Diary.
So sayeth Karla May at 9:17 PM