Sealand,
You don't need to apolgize about my lap-top being taken. Besides, dyeing
Oxfords hair was worth it! (I told my uncle Scotland about it, and he laughed
so hard!) after that Scotland and I found a lap-top with a virus and we logged
on to my dad's WiFi with it! It's gonna spread a virus to all who use my dad's
internet! (that includes Oxford!)
maybe it has nothing to do with believing, maybe you have to be born with the
ability... OR MAYBE ME AND MY FAMILY ARE A BUNCH OF BLOODY PHSYCO-PATHS AND
WE ALL BELONG IN A BLOODY MENTAL HOSPITAL *starts to sob uncontrollably* I
WOULD UNDERSTAND IF OXFORD OR ENGLAND WERE PUT IN A BLOODY LOONY-BIN, BUT I'M
TOO YOUNG TO BE PUT IN ONE! I MUST REMAIN CALM!
*goes to buy hair dye and a new punk/rock CD*
ahhh, this is so calming... *rock music is blaring as she flips her now blue
hair* soooo bloody relaxing..
I don't know who is forcing dad to write. I would ask, but I'm not talking to
him until he gives me my lap-top...
Yes, ketchup makes dad's food taste much bette. Yesterday, I ate some with a
scone and never got sick!
Dad had a drinking contest with Prussia! He should have let me enter! I don't
know if I could beat Prussia, but I'm bloody sure I could beat my dad! You
should have seen him the night he had drinks with America! When I came to pick
him up, he kept asking me if we were protestant or not. I also learned a few
more colorful words!
-a very amused London
P.S. Tell my dad that I will not remove the dye from Oxford's hair and that I
might permanently move in with Uncle Scott if I don't get my lap-top back!
London,
WiFi virus…how come I never thought of that? I swear I've done almost everything else to him.
I'm sure your not crazy. Maybe everyone else just isn't as…observant. There's no need to freak out. Just wondering, but how is rock music calming?
In England's letter, he said you should stop dyeing your hair. Somehow, I don't think that'll happen.
I really wish I would've thought of ketchup. When I lived with him, he (hopefully) made up these 'shadow monsters' and said they would get me if I didn't finish my dinner. The only way they wouldn't get me was if he sprayed some sort of special spray all over my room. (I think it was just water.) And he wondered why I got so many nightmares…
Did he ever tell you about America's Christmas party a few years ago? Probably not…he doesn't like to talk about it. I had to go find him. The next morning, I asked him what some words he said meant, and he said he didn't feel good and I should either ask France or look on the internet. I chose the internet. I think I almost regret it.
-Sealand
