Joy! Life goes on! I got a letter from my pen-pal! My foot has shrunk back to normal size and I can walk without an ankle brace. I am content to give up on rhyming words for shards. Tomorrow is Thursday! I have lost the three pounds I gained. My hair is hopeless. I accept it. I scheduled my audition for tomorrow, wish me luck. I will outlaw telephones someday when I rule my own country. I am pulchritudinou
Sigh. Life goes on. My pen-pal no longer writes to me. My foot is swollen twice its normal size and stuffed into an ankle brace. I cant find any good rhyming words for shards. Tomorrow is sunday. I have gained three pounds. My hair is an impossible snarled mess. And I've got to schedule a bloody audition over the telephone! I despise telephones. I am lachrymose. Alas I will always be able to find solace in my dictionary. Ta~
Hello. I am writing. How joyous. Yes indeed. Um. so, is there a rule here that says you can write only in English? I hope not. It is such a harsh language. There. I have written a diary entry.