In this lyrical and meditative epistolary/text-post from Fish Obit's youngest guest blogger, 12-year old Sophie, she explores Blame, Lost and Found Objects, Chain Saws in Unusual Places, Missing Mothers, The Bewitching Influence of Young Girls, Frustration, Grief, Annoying Sickness, Horfing as Verb, Parental Manipulations, Happiness, Lotion People, Basking in the Digital Age, Sisters, and Squirming out of School Tomorrow.
Kate lost two of my, I meanÖ Your brand new pencils, yeahÖ Iíll, or youíll need some more, and I may or may not be done with my homework.:0 :) I really hope that your having fun, cause me, well, lets just say Iím not doing so great myself. I feel like a guy crawled down my throat and skinned it with a chainsaw! I hope Iím better by the time we go to Arizona, cause if not, my trip will kinda suck. Oh mom, I wish you were here, you would have something to say to make me feel better. If only I never got sick in the first place, I bet strep never goes away! I bet there really is a guy with a chainsaw in my throat! AAAHHHHHHHHHH! I canít take it anymore, I should just horf up that stupid little guy! I should just give him a piece of my mind! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! Thatís what Iíd say if I could! AAAAAAHHHHHHHH! (cough, cough) Boy Oh Boy, that pesky little rat just wonít stop! I swear, the moment you walk through that door, I will jump on you, then I will take a nice shower. (cough) You know something, Iím sorry about this morning, and probably tomorrow morning too, because can I tell ya, even though Iím ďDefinitely going to school tomorrowĒ, (more…)