Don't believe everything you think.
Chronic pain is a hoot.
I wish I had a creative mind .
I appreciate art .
And I wish I could model.
But I do love photography .
I have a shiny nose.
Impossible skin.
And wild fredo-fluffing hair.
I'll admire you more than you'll ever know.
Hug your knees for me. Think about it.
I forget how I got here,
and I wish I knew,
and I wish I hadn't...
I wish I could pull off a tutu.
It's not about age, it's about figure
(and style. and figure.)
If I could, I would wear tutus in public
and frequently so.
I've yet to own a cowbell.
It's been what, a couple years?
It stays on the list.
I wish I could buy cleverness,
creativity, and beauty.
I also wish I had money.
I love roller coasters.
This is found to be surprising to people.
Suck an egg. Weasel teats. Oh, Wizzleteats.
Same difference. (Yes.)
There is a strong possibility
I'll never go to an amusement park again.
Ever.
I don't like thinking about the future.
I'm not fond of outcomes.
I can be as nostalgic as it gets.
I'm losing my mind. My memories.
You can't throw them away!
I seriously need to stop touching my eyebrow(s).
I've caused permanent damage
(to the hair follicles?
Stupid hair follicles.)
And bacteria is not my friend.
I really want to know what that simple
(kitchen?) product is that is supposed to be like
"Rogaine for eyebrow hair."
I still haven't found out which makeover show that was on.
I usually write things down.
Stop it!
I can't wear socks.
60 degrees please.
I have a Screaming Mimi.
I did indeed want to keep a
scream in my pocket.
Despite the fact I never have pockets.
Scream in Your Pocket!
Squeeze.
No crushes, freshly squeezed.
I wish I could still write poetry.
Permanent writer's block is real.
And it wasn't a stupid phase.
Just... lost.
I would like some scented stickers.
And fuzzy stickers.
Are there scented ones?
Snail Mail please.
Tell me everything, anything.
I'll respond to every bit.
I bet you (initially) have more to say
than I do, so you first!
Then I respond, ramble, and spew pure nonsense.
You’re tempted, aren't you?
You should be!
I adore and collect dead roses (and flowers.)
I wish dust didn't exist.
For several reasons.
Truly.
I solemnly swear...
to never pass on my genes.
Die, genes, die.
You will never feel this.
Thank... gwaaa...nabana!
Guanabana!
I had my bottom wisdom teeth removed.
It turns out being knocked out agrees with me.
I love anesthesia.
I would happily accept a free lifetime supply. :D
For the first time in my life I lack best friendage.
I'm not sure how lame that was.
Pretty lame?
Sometimes you just feel like adding a suffix!
Wait, wait... let me try:
ance, ence
ment
ee
ity
ism
ian
ist
Dammit I always forget the other three.
Ooh! It came to me!
ship - ster - ness
Ahem. -age can be a suffix if it wants to be!
...Sufferage? Or not.
Haha, if you leave the search bar blank
for Dictionary.com,
it looks up the word "nothing."
How intuitive.
Aw, on the actual site (not search engine)
it looks up the word "search"
even if you delete it and submit blank.
I like fiction.
Deserving requires opinion.
Don't judge me while I'm judging you!
Medical problems on your faceeee.
Well, yeah.
Call me whatever you want,
as long as it doesn’t involve the word "b*by"
or a select few other words, I probably won't care.
Nicknames and strange, original terms of endearment
are quite pleasing to me!
I like stories!
Silly days.
Keep the dream alive:
Hit the snooze button.
