|The Idiotic Ideals of Irma-entry one (standard:humor, 191 words) [1/10] show all parts|
|Author: Electra||Updated: Jun 12 2003||Views/Reads: 1916/1||Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|It's about a girl who is jut trying to live a normal life as a weirdo...with her journal at hand|
Today, in advisement, I was sitting between two guys, I'll call them blue and yellow, the color of their shirts, for I do not know their real names. Although, I suppose that their names could be blue and yellow...Anyways, I was sitting between Blue and Yellow, when all of a whiffy I got this feeling. It felt like I was being guarded by Blue and Yellow, like a princess or something. Wow, now let me say that backwards, wow. Well, I felt really important-not like they were gurading me from anything in specific, just like I was so important as to always have a bodyguard. But, then again, if I was to always have bodyguards, I would have to have bodyguards that were women to, ya know, go poddy. Then again, I wouldn't want a bodyguard that couldn't properly protect me! How horrendous! They would have to take steriods...before they would be....hired by me.....Oh no. I'm going, no, I've gone loopy! Cooky in the head! A few fries short of a happy meal! I have screws loose in the old...knoggin. Oh geez, I think it's time for my medication. G2G. Tah-tah. Tweet
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