Tally’s Pages

Warning: Has grown up language

Granny uses her real name, but A.B. called me Tally instead of my name. I decided not to tell you my name, because I want to protect my baby. It isn’t Tally, though, you need to know that. I like Tally, though, even more than my real name, so if you ever talk to me, call me Tally. I might tell new people I meet to call me Tally. If you knew me before, forget my old name.

I type real well, I got b’s in keyboarding. I’ll teach Granny to type. I’m using the modern style of paragraph, where you skip two lines instead of indenting five spaces. I know several other styles of writing. I typed for Granny, but she liked indenting five spaces.

To all the girls and everybody to who told me I was a retard for getting knocked up by a meth monkey, FUCK YOU! You don’t know SHIT! Everything in my life is better now. Granny and I teach each other things, and I’m learning more about math and spelling and rocks and books and the stars now than I ever did as your bitch at school. I have a job, how many of you have a job? I am taking classes in home care. I know about things like geriatric patients. How many of you know shit about geriatric anything? I let dick head screw me because he made me feel tough. I felt grown up, I liked riding on his bike. I thought he’d leave his old lady for me, but you know what? He’s in jail now, and I have a job! I also have a little baby, my own little baby I don’t have to share with anyone. You can get straight As and let your mommy buy you a new car, but I will have my own little kid pretty soon. I’ll hold her and I’ll feed her from my breasts, and I’ll do everything for her. I have family, and she’ll make us a bigger family. He made me feel grown up, and it’s true, I am grown up. Whatever, I’m ready to let this go now, but let me say one more time, and this especially goes out to my friends Trisha, Raeanne and Miss Buttlips Amanda, Fuck you!

By the way, my email is changed. Granny said I should assign my old email address to a prisoner in Vacaville, so please, keep sending all your pictures and shit to my old email address, you’ll make a lonely man very happy. Granny says it might be tough on his bitch, but I hope he falls in love with you and comes to see you when he’s out on parole. I hope his old lady finds out about you and does a 411 to get your address! STB!

A lot of people don’t know me, so never mind that part if you don’t know me.

There is a lot more to me than just what A.B. said on his blahblog, which he never should have said, but which I forgave him for already. I’m into a lot more things than just sex and drugs. Some people know I drive a 4 wheeler better than a lot of people. I worked for my uncle in the woods last summer. I lifted a lot of tools, winches and chainsaws and grapples and wedges. I’ll bet I know more than a lot of you guys about working with logs. I know the difference between a peavey and a cant hook, do you? I also sing very well. I’m kind of looking for a metal band to sing with. I’m big boned and tough and look really hot in leather and studs. When the baby is born I’ll try to find a girl group that’s into metal. Maybe we could have a day care for our kids and dress them in little tiny leathers! Who knows, anything can happen if you want it bad enough.

I’m 16 and I know how to drive a car, but I can’t drive because you have to have a certificate if you are under 16 and that costs five hundred bucks. I know how to drive, though. It isn’t that hard.

I’ll write more later.

Tally