i would like to inform you all that i eat a pund of carrots a week. everyone at lunch tells me that i will have good eyesight, and they say "you must really love carrots." I don't really love carrots- i like em. a healthy alternative to eating feces. Not that feces are available in the vending machines, though they can occasionally be found in the serving line accompanied by fries and a peach cup. . .but i eat a pound of carrots a week.
oh, someone come say hello to me. it is winter and i have nothing to do on a friday night. i do not want to go to salsa night at one bar near me, simply because i don't like salsa music that much, nor do i know how to salsa dance. cha cha cha.
make my day bright anyone, everyone- though not as bright as the sun reflecting off snow. that just makes me cringe.
i have a fear of becoming emily dickinson. is that odd? perhaps it is better than a fear of water. whatever would i do in the bathroom?
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