Nothing went on yesterday and yesterday's yesterday. But today, I was so angry I could like cause a hurricane. Or a repeat of Haiti. OR worse than a hurricane, another episode of Katrina. Yep, that's angry. SEETHING ANGER!
What happened you say? Well, a couple of kids in my S.S. class, specifically K., Irkus, and Sooser, were making fun of my fried frayed friend Miki (not her real name). They were saying things like, "They call me the Tornado" and "I love tornadoes". And the sad fact is, Miki is terrified of tornadoes to the point were I think she might go into the fetal position if you even gesture the word. I should probably stop saying it. We'll just say IT whenever IT comes up. So, in an effort to set the record straight for my F.F.F., I go over there and say, "Hey, first of all, Miki happens to be my best friend. Second, I'm sure you are terribly terrified of something and you wouldn't like it if I went and told everybody." There was a third thing: If I ever hear you say anything about her again, I'm-a come over here and smack the chap off your lips. But I left that out on account the school considers that a "terroristic threat" or some chiz like that. I wanted to say that, but it wasn't worth the ISS that follows.
Cheese Face out.
