Here Is My Recipe For A Mood

How Many Times Do We All Have To Do This? Get Up, Go To School, Again? Before Everyone Admits It's A Crap Idea?

When We Did Eventually Get To The Party - Me Walking Next To Dad's Volvo Driving At Five Miles An Hour - I Had A Horrible Time. Everyone Laughed At First But Then More Or Less Ignored Me. In A Mood Of Defiant Stuffed Oliveness I Did Have A Dance By Myself But Things Kept Crashing To The Floor Around Me. The Host Asked If I Would Sit Down. I Had A Go At That But It Was Useless. In The End I Was At The Gate For About An Hour Before Dad Arrived.

...then It Said On The News, "and Tonight The Prime Minister Has Just Got To Number Ten." I Looked Down At Jas And Said, "ooer." Meaning He'd Got To Number Ten On The Snogging Scale. And Then We Both Laughed Like Loons. Vati Just Looked At Us Like We Were Mad.

Here Is Another Marvy Glimpse Into The Gothic Basement That I Call My Mind.

I Like The Idea That I Can Talk To Any Teenage Girls. You Know, In A Language That Makes Sense To Them.