What In The Name Of

This Soft Grass Suggests 'softness' To Me, But Also At The Same Time 'lying-down-ness'.

Or If I Truly Gave Up I Could Be Like Wet Lindsay. When Robbie Dumped Her She Got All Pale And Even Wetter Than Normal. She Was Like An Anoraksick. (a Person Who Is Both Very Thin And Wears Tragic Anoraks.) I Just Made That Up As A Joke. Even Though I Am Very Upset I Can Still Think Of A Joke.

When We Did Eventually Get To The Party - Me Walking Next To Dad's Volvo Driving At Five Miles An Hour - I Had A Horrible Time. Everyone Laughed At First But Then More Or Less Ignored Me. In A Mood Of Defiant Stuffed Oliveness I Did Have A Dance By Myself But Things Kept Crashing To The Floor Around Me. The Host Asked If I Would Sit Down. I Had A Go At That But It Was Useless. In The End I Was At The Gate For About An Hour Before Dad Arrived.

Mum Said, "it Is The Thought That Counts." And I Said, "i Know, Which Is Why I Am Ringing The Authorities Right Now. Anyone Who Thinks Like She Does Should Be Locked Up Out Of Harm's Way.

I Wanted To Kill Her And Make Her Eat Her Fringe. And Her Knickers.