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I’m slightly better, to those of my lovelies who care. I gave up trying to stay home sick in the 2nd grade. Sort of major surgery and death, I’m pretty sure that I’ll be going to school even when my nose falls off, Wacko-style. Except last year, I had gastric ‘flu. I stayed home and my dad worked in RSA, but my mum worked in Namibia, with us. She was working, and I hadn’t slept at all the previous night, so she left me at home. Then I went to the GPs and she gave me some yucky pills, some yummy pills and told me to drink lots off water, Powerade and milk and to eat rusks.

My sister got a piano. You know how I told you all that I’ve always wanted to play the guitar? Yes? Well, turns out I don’t like the guitar. Turns out the guitar is very pretty to look at, but you don’t learn a fancy tune to show off and make your head swell. The piano is fabulous. So gorgeous and the ivory-ebony combo is classic but trendy. (Do I sound like a bad fashion mag?) I can play “Old McDonald had a farm” and “Aura Lee” on the piano. I’m better than my sister.                                                                                                                                                          But lo! My dad doesn’t want me to play the piano. He doesn’t want me to be “half-baked” at guitar and clarinet. Don’t spread yourself too thin, he says. But the thing is, I love the piano. It’s gorgeous and amazing and it sounds better than the dumb guitar. Can’t he see?

Tomorrow I get my report card. I better get a gold honor roll, or somethings going down! Baby, it’s cold outside. It’s 1 deg. and snowing like in sheets.

Luv ya (don’t cry for me my lovelies. Vicks VapoRub doubles as a lipgloss)

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3 Responses to “Sunday, Sunday, the day of our deaths”

  1. Ebony Eve Says:

    Ebony Eve

    I Googled for something completely different, but found your page…and have to say thanks. nice read.

  2. Ebony Fashion Show Says:

    Ebony Fashion Show

    I don’t agree with you in 100%, but you covered some good points regarding this topic

  3. skye Says:

    What topic?
    It’s from personal experience. And I don’t appreciate the endorsement of your fashion show in my blog. This ain’t Google, this ain’t the TIMES, this is SKYE”S BREEZE

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