Besides my usually horrible sleep schedule, I am up because I've been crying about missing my dog, dad and mom. Well, I don't miss them yet, but I know I'm going to soon. Even when Alfie rolls around in dead birds and smells worse than my dad's raddish burps...and when my mom dosn't know how to turn on the tv or eject the cd I will mist up in preperation for the future. I think its good to be prepared. I was a girl scout you know. On my honor, I will try, to serve God and my country by only selling carmel delights to my mom and then sneaking them up to my closet, stealing the key from my parents room, locking myself in, and eating the whole box in secrecy. Maybe it wasn't a secret cause my mom just bought me a book from the thrift store called "stop compulsive eating in 4o seconds". (it was only 45 cents...)
The most terrifying thing happened to me about 40 seconds ago. A month flew down my shirt and was flapping its wings in the caves of my curves. Even my highschoolhood nickname of Mowgli could not save me from the fear of those feathery wings. At least it wasn't a doodle bug.
this blog reminds me of my creative writing class in highschool with ms. houston. The theory states that while we were being delighted by Like Water for Chocolate, or Whale Rider, she would sneak down to her office and eat jellybeans. I also recall her telling me her favorite word was penis..."it's just so fun to say, isn't it?" I also recall never writing anything except "this class sucks. this lady is weird" in our journals we spent 20 minutes writing in at the beginning of each class. I never had to worry though, cause we could always pass at reading out loud if it was too personal. it was.
I feel like i should be saying pass right now. its almost as if this blog is the sucky class, and I am that weird lady. maybe you're saying pass right now and navigating to much better places. google. fml. perez. bethelnet. sister-christer.
im not taking offense at your passing, just don't tell me about it. I've got enough to cry about at night.
