| You know what I just realized?
Ah! (when yelled in anger or frustration) is Ha (see: laughter) spelled backwards.
I have decided to say 'ha' instead of 'ah!'
This is my new philosophy. |
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| St. Patty's party last night. It was funnnnnnn. Pictures:
Me, in my St. Patty's Day finest.
Kate and Tara. This is such a cute picture.
Alex Forester is in my kitchen. Hide the knives and the electrical sockets.
Veronica is about to whip John with her belt.
John wearing Emily's amazzzzing hat. (That is his lucky shirt!)
John licking Forester. I have no idea why.
This is my favorite picture ever. I'm going to use it as blackmail. |
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| "J.D. Salinger was this guy, he was a writer I think. He wrote this book, it was about baseball or bread or something. I can never remember that sort of thing, if you want to know the truth. I don't care much for school and don't pay attention that often. Except I do like English. So I guess it's kinda weird that I don't remember.
When this Salinger guy was a kid, I guess he must have written a lot or else he wouldn't be a writer. I write a lot, but when I get done it just looks so phony that I can't stand it so I throw it away. This one time I wrote a story about these geese, and I guess it was pretty good. But then when I showed it to people they kept telling me about how good it was. People are always telling you how good stuff is. It really spoiled the story for me. Now I can't even read the story without feeling like a goddam phony.
Salinger went to college, I suppose. College just seems so phony though. Like the people who get to go just because they play sports well or something. I'm not good at sports, but I like baseball okay. I'm pretty good at it, I really am. Racquetball's fun, but only if you play with somebody worthwhile. Otherwise it's just a waste.
My kid brother was always playing racquetball against himself. That killed me. He was always doing stuff like that. You'd have liked him, you really would've." |
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