What is this? I couldn't possibly guess. I was never that spectacular at typing anyway, but something tells me that this "screen" will someday remove the press, which will just give L. no reason to live anymore.
Ha, I can say it!! Stupid L! You and your stupid marmoset aren't creeping over my shoulder every few minutes. "Oh, Virginia, what are you writing?" "Oh, Virginia, don't be soooo saaaad", "Oh, Virginia, are you on your cycles again? You seem to be down in the dumps."
Well you know what, L? I'm NOT on my cycles and I feel FINE. Today I went to the store and some baby was crying and I wanted to get really close to it and act all cooing and stuff so that it would stop crying , then I would reach up and grab a melon and SPLAT. I would hit the stupid thing on the head with a melon!! Not that I don't love kids, really, but the crying ones...was there something wrong with the parents? There must have been. I'm sure I never cried when I was a baby. One day I asked Nessa, while I was standing on the edge of the roof hoping to either end it all or turn into a pretty little bird, I said, "Nessa, I'll do it, watch me!" And she put her arms akimbo and said "Please don't, Virginia. I love you, you know that." And I said "Love me? Do you? Love me? I bet you didn't Love me when I was a BABY, I bet I cried so much you wanted to splat me with something." And she said "No, you didn't cry as a baby, you were perfectly quiet. Now come have tea." So I got down off the tool shed and ate some crumpets. The tea was bitter. I DETEST oolong.
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