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ever since i attempted a horrendous edamame hummus, everything that has come out of my food processor has had a funny, unpleasant taste to it... i think its time to lay it to rest... also i just broke the handle off of it recently. i'm aggressive.
i love the look on peoples' faces the first time they try a maple almond.
i know i tell people i hate kids, but i love the way they talk. i can converse with a child for DAYS. i just wish they didn't smell the way they did.
today my grandpa got something in the mail that had the word urgent, in red, printed on it... He's been dead for 19 years.
when i was four, my parents took my sister and i up north and we stopped to visit mr. paul bunyan. at the time where he asks all the kids to go climb him, he said in that great ominous voice, "whats wrong little girl with the red sweater? don't you want to come up here?" no i don't, because i am afraid of you.
i am still the girl in the red sweater and i am still afraid of people...
and apparently i hate tall people.