Unfortunatley Lice

Today the font is Arial and the color of the font is a dark, horrible red that if the sky was this color, the color of blood, people would run for their merciless lives, just to escape the utter bitterness life has thrown at them in form as the environment. (You know I couldn't just get away with saying "a nice red," even if I had to be emo/goth for a second.)

Now, where was I? Oh, yeah. Lice. What's that? You can't read that small? Well for your information, it says lice. At this point I would very much appreciate it if you would shiver, or squirm, or something to signify that these creepy critters that we want them gone? Please? By now you can guess who got them first. Me. Why are they so attracted to me? My hair isn't that nice.

I've had them once before. This time isn't as bad as the last. I'm not going to go into lousy details with anyone, unless you beg and plead for me to. Gotta go kick my brother off of his video game, so I can watch TV. Ok, look. I'm sorry, but this is the end to this story. I'll write more later today. I have another story for you. Oh, thanks for asking. My lice is a whole lot better. We want to kill it before we go to Europe and Africa, and my mom did serious overkill on my hair. Okay, bibi now. (Bye-Bye version for im. No story about bibi like stummy today.)