TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY! DID
YOU KNOW THAT? HUH? Well. Anyway, that's
all I really wanted to
say so that ends this episode of "Days of Dorothy's Life." No.
Just kidding. I'll
write some more. LIke...how boring my day was! HAHA.
Kidding again.
I keep hearing the phone
ring in my head! Yes, I know that sounds crazy, but I'm
downstairs so it's hard
to hear the phone, so when it rings it's really quiet...besides
the fact that I'm listening
to music on the computer and that the vacuum
cleaner is going upstairs...
Oh well. If anyone DOES bother phoning, there's no
one they want to talk to
here anyway. Yes. I have no friends. They don't call
me.
Kidding again. They
call. Just not right after school. 'Cause why would you?
Unless you were planning
to go somewhere after school...which I'm not...so that's
besides the point.
What is my point? What am I doing? I have no idea. This
is
really pointless.
What? It isn't? Then what's my point? Don't bother finishing
this paragraph. It's
making no sense. My point is...I don't have one. I told you
to stop reading!
See? Told you it makes no sense!
I have a question.
What is the point in having a birthday cake if you can't eat it?
Right. There ISN"T
one. But, I'm getting a cake anyhow. I wonder what kind...
Like it actually matters.
Strange thought of the day:
um...um...I know! (This is my cynical thought of the
day...) What's so great
about love? In Moulin Rouge, Christian says "Love is a many
splendored thing.
All you need is love!" And, theres "Isn't it better to have loved
and
lost than to have never
loved at all?" Well, I don't know. Love can be nice I guess,
if
you find the right person,
but then there's also the heartbreak, and all the other icky
stuff that can come with
it! So is it worth it? And if love = pain, then why would
all you need be love?
If you think my equation is screwed up, well...this is life as
seen through Dorothy's
eyes.
K. Now you see?
The phone IS ringing! I heard it...but my mom is home so she can
go run and get it...HEHEHE...!
I have a red balloon!
I bet YOU don't have a red balloon! Because it's not your
birthday! It's mine!
HAHAHAHA...don't worry! You'll get a balloon on your
birthday! HEHE...well...if
you have ICQ that is...I wonder what you get on MSN...
""Let's see. Stuff only
you and me know. Okay! On my seventh birthday... I wanted
a toy fire truck, and I
didn't get it, and you were real nice about it, and then the
house next door burnt down,
and then real fire trucks came, and for years I thought
you set the fire for me.
And if you did, you can tell me. "