NSA Dinner

This is not about food, but it is funny and it is about me making other people laugh, and this makes me feel good, so I will share it with you.  If you’re here for the food, go now.

On Tuesday night I went to the Seattle Salon of Shame and read a diary entry I made in the fifth grade entitled “Good or Bad Reasons to Be Anne Frank”.

this is what I wrote/read:

Bad–

1. almost no food
2. didn’t go outside for 2.5 years
3. no friends except for peter

Good–

1. Private
2. finally getting boyfriend
3. good view except for when there were battles

In my journal I also wrote a series of entries (wait for it…wait for it…) AS IF I WERE ACTUALLY (!) Anne Frank… but I declined to share those with the crowd.