The tummy is rumbling. It is time to escape into the hinterlands where wild green grasses grow. There are worms slithering all over my sweaty, pale, indented forehead. I am a boon of oafish proportions, as most of you already know. I play knick knack on thumbs of strangers. I am gummy and selfish. The sweet pastel-colored candies are calling me.
Today I thought I would dress like a woman. People are eyeing my strangely. I have lipstick on and a dress with cowboy boots. A hairband. I combed and styled my hair as carefully as I could stand to. I am speaking with my hands more today, caressing files with tenderness, as I am sure a true woman would.
12 comments:
How dare you generalize about women and their hands? I hope you are shunned. You will not be invited to the work pepperoni pizza party later.
You sound like a nasty monster. Gross me out the door. is Tammy disgusted? Just so you know, my cat is named Tammy. I don't think it is a coincidence, do you? I wish I could work with you so that we could pass notes.
peggy, i like that you would want to pass notes with a nasty monster. that is precious. this is like passing notes. maybe we can giggle a little.
oopsy!!! my ear is bleeding. i accidentally jammed several paper clips in it all at once. i think someone saw.
You keep making type-o's and spelling errors on your blog. I HATE THAT! Get it together. Take some time to write what you mean. You stink. What is a "my strangely"? Loser.
What kind of hairband are you wearing? Is it plastic or cloth? I like the pink plastic ones. I smell piney.
I am starting to plan something.
What are you planning? To grow teats?
Teri, spelling is for dummies. I am in the middle of a flow. Don't cross me.
What kind of flow, dummy? A urine flow? A menstrual flow?
Does anyone want to start a choral group with me? I like singing.
HELLO! I'm a man. I flow and drop the hot shit. Don't you listen to rap? Get smart man.
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