KAFKA GIRL

I LIVE IN LINFIELD. THIS IS MAIN STREET.

…..not exactly the busiest place on earth.

THIS IS MY HOUSE. I LIVE HERE WITH MY DAD, KURT AND MY LITTLE SISTER MADGE. JUST THE THREE OF US.

This is a cool picture of a bug. More on HIM later…. 

THIS IS ME TAKING A PICTURE OF MYSELF!!

THIS IS THE LINFIELD THRIFT STORE. I BOUGHT A BERET HERE THAT MAKES ME LOOK EUROPEAN…….

……..kind of like this!!

THIS IS MY SCHOOL.

EVER SINCE THE  “INCIDENT”  WITH MY MOM TWO YEARS AGO, I’VE BEEN KEEPING A LOW PROFILE.

MY BEST FRIEND MONICA SAYS PEOPLE HAVE FORGOTTEN ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED…….

…..but I’m not so sure.

THIS IS LARA RADLEY’S LOCKER AFTER SOMEONE PUT BIRTHDAY RIBBONS ON IT. LARA IS THE DEFINITION OF PERKY.

IMAGINE A PINK CHIPMUNK AND YOU GET THE IDEA.

WE ARE NOT FRIENDS.

Here’s what I’m reading. It’s about a guy who wakes up and he’s a giant bug. I’ve been thinking a lot about this book…..

……and about transformations.

THIS IS MY DAD KURT IN 1993 WHEN HE WAS AN ALMOST FAMOUS ROCK STAR. HE TEACHES GUITAR AT MANCINI’S MUSIC ON MAIN STREET. MY DAD IS AWESOME!!

THESE ARE POSTCARDS FROM MY MOM. SHE’S NOT ON VACATION.

THE LIPSTICK WORDS FREAK ME OUT……

…..and I will die if she ever comes back….

THIS IS A REALLY BAD PHOTO OF ME AND MY DAD PLAYING A GAME CALLED CRAPPY BAND NAMES. WE STARTED PLAYING THE GAME AFTER MOM LEFT. IT MAKES US LAUGH. SOMETIMES MADGE PLAYS TOO.

MY TURN TO DO THE DISHES. NOT FUN!!!