Am I the only one who doesn't think nine-year-olds should be worrying about their weight? When I was about nine I remember being a freak, but that was because I had long legs and didn't fit in any of the desks. Oh, and I hated brushing my hair. But I didn't care about my weight.
Oh, thanks to those who left me a message on my last entry. Made me feel better. :) I need to go over and check on the rabbits again. They're really cute creatures. Them and moose. I love moose.
Okay, back to reading about Hell and all the people Dante wants to be there... the man had issues, I'm telling you.
