The Grudge Report

I was a 6-year-old b*tch

A deranged book I wrote in first grade

Yesterday while visiting my grandparents in New Jersey, we unearthed a disturbing artifact in a box in their garage.

I’m going to present the whole thing and before you judge me too harshly, know that this is who I have always been, and despite years of therapy it is who I am now, and I will never change.

Please enjoy the very first installment of “The Grudge Report, 1994.”

A perfect example of not judging a book by its pleasant cover.

Even her eyes are crazy.