Hey, you're the one reading depressing stories, not me

You're just jealous you don't live in an asylum. And... write random things. And yes, my odd is vastly differing from the people that for some reason keep reading this. Personally, I think they must be quite brave. You're odd is just this desire to engulf yourself in sad stuff. Do you want to know the kid dies or that the arsonist doesn't get caught in this part. Or what about the reporter losing his job because he was wasting too much time on trying to figure out about the fire? Just light reading? No, depressing and pointless to continue.

Okay, so if we're going swimming as a troop, and I have no idea what we're doing when we get there, what else is to be assumed but that we're doomed to boredom again? Or a large game of Marko Polo.

Oh yeah, the fireside last night was nice. Brother and Sister Swenson (that's how they spell it, right?) talked about when they were living in Taiwan. It was good.

So yeah, I'm going to go now. Bye!