La Vie Boheme

I for got to make a posting’s about some thing else that happend wile me and Roger where at the theam’s park. And so after we got in and went threw the gate’s Roger saw a kid roler’s cowster and I dint like the look off it sense I do’nt like roler’s cowsters becuase I can get real Sic in car’s and have a shirt’s accident or whatever and so I dint like it but Roger made me get on and take a ride on the cowster. And so I got in and I new I shunt be in their sense the seat’s balt was bearly big enuf for the balt to fit over my pantwaist and lot’s of people where laffing and laffing at me becuase I was in a cowster ment for kid’s and I felt really mad and ashamed that Roger had put me up on this and made me ride this and whatever. And so the cowster starrted to move around its track’s and then I started to fell really Sic and just tryed to sit their and think about sheap or pine apple’s or some thing else but it totally dint help and then soon I had a shirt’s accident all over my sweter and also on the cowster seat and the rail’s and I felt really bad that I had got all Sic all over every thing. And so the mr. theam park’s man who ran the roler cowster stoped it hard and I all most hit my head and he came over and yeled at me real loud and then puled me of the seat and through a role of papper towwel’s at my head and told me to cleen it all up of the seat. And I had to cleen it all up and the hole time Roger stode there and laffed and laffed at me and I felt so stoked and wicked that I had happend to get Sik at the theam’s park. And then I got up and I had to through my sweter away too! And Roger wuld’nt even let me get a lammanade or some thing to taste in my mouth. GOD!