It's amazing, the things one remembers. I don'tremember my fisrt day at school, but I remember the first time it became a posibility. My mothers then best and child-hood friend came over, and didn't bring her daughter. She'd always bought her daughter. But this day she hadn't because her daughter was at school. I remember the idea seeming so alien as to be unthinkable. I also remember that back then my idea of fun was hitting things with other things, especially my little hammer that my dad hd given me (Still ranking as one of the best presents I ever got. It had a pink handle and everything ^_^;)

I wasn't really as dangerous as all that, although I was a horrible little bitch back then.

Once school started, I was no longer erally friends with that girl. Diferent year levels, me being suh a hopeless loser and all that sorta stuff. But that'as allright, because I got a new friend who was the daughter of one of mums friends.

So a happy birthday to Zoe, ol buddy ol pal. Who has not the internet and will be unable to read this anyway. Ah well.

"Eye of newt and wing of bee
Release this fricken DVD."
~ Adam Hills
- posted by Washi @ 12:16 pm