It's six fourty-four AM. To feel better about myself and the state of my physical being, I've begun taking "one-a-day" vitamins. Of course, being better than everyone else, I chose sesame street ones. Not Flintsones, sesame street. As a result, Bert is presently rushing a myriad of nutrients through my bloodstream and this makes me feel a little bit better about everything in the entire world. While I struggled to open the top, my mother told me about how the government cut PBS' budget because one of its shows contained lesbian rabbits raising a child. I myself have never met a lesbian rabbit, and think that these two were really just friends. Anyway, I'm trying to pull off the "emo kid" look for crossroads kids today. If I keep it up for the first three days, I don't have to put any effort into it after that. I'm even wearing my glasses. Yes. Go, Josie, go! Well, I'm going to go drink tea and brush my teeth so I can learn algebra for four and a half hours at a slutty private school
that isn't even mine.
Time to make an impression on the other, uh, white kids! (Hopefully the bandana won't detract from my emoid facade.)
noise: josie and the pussycats! (pretend to be nice)