Again, Fiorella is begging off. Your girl doesn't like violence, blood, or murder, even in a blog. Also, she's had a bad day and won't be able to get one of two her pills till tomorrow, she can't find a wall to Scotch Tape her homemade black bat on, she really doesn't have anything to talk about except how worried she is and how none of the TV shows look interesting. THIS IS AGAIN NOT ONE OF YOUR GIRL'S BEST DAYS!
What we have to do is speed up the program that will prepare us to live in outer space. After all, if we have conquered Earth, so we should be able to do the same with one or two planets.
Forella has never experienced such a frightening Halloween before. Hitler has been thrust into second place--and once the terrorists get the taste of blood, we will all be on a plate at the breakfast table.
Well, your girl had more to say than she thought, and she meant every word of it!
THAT'S ALL FOR TODAY!
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