Fite. I do like to fite.
I also like my fite to mean sumthin.
My mind was not on the bar reelee wen the brawl brok out. My mind wuz on the childrin. Gods... agin. Agin sumone went fer them.
I did not reelee want to fite, I wantid to drink myself into sleep. Dark nuthing sleep. Mebbe I was looking fer a fite. It seemed to just fall on me frum no were. Ah well...Lots of peepul aginst Aubren and me. We won. Balor Blessed us in battal. He must have. I got hit by a chair and a daggar. Not so bad. I did git a sukar punch in the jaw. My mum woud laff and laff at me.
I think the Gods must be aginst me having the shirt I do. Fer the seccind time it got ruind. I have not got it fixd yet. In the fite sumone touchd my brest. That made me mad. Rude! it is an imporpar thing to do.
Aubren got hurt. But not bad. I went to see him in the hospatal. He kwit the Gard. He sed he feels bettar now. That is good. Me and him mak a good teem. he is going to teech me to use swords. And I am going to teech him to move bettar. I askt him to teech othar peepul with me. I think that will be good fer me and him.
Posted by Tzoli at August 28, 2005 06:11 PM