Reading Now: Diary of a Wimpy Kid

I know. I know. You're probably thinking I'm such a retard. Who's denying, anyways?

Jeff Kinney's Diary of a Wimpy Kid reminds me of my orangebook. Yes! I had a journal. And, yes! He had a name, orangebook. God bless his shredded soul.

Here's what happened. One day, I left orangebook in our living room. Papa found it and figured, what a nice, old orange notebook and conveniently cut it into small squares and placed it beside the phone. From journal to While-you-were-away note pad. That was the life of orangebook. A purpose-driven life I must say.

No, orange is not my favorite color. And, yes! I have really bad handwriting! I don't even want to start talking about my scribblings. Go figure!

Oh, and yeah! I was a wimpy kid. Now, I'm a wimpy retard. Where's my wooden bookmark? Time to read...