You look pretty in pink.
Your hair is all done-up with ribbons and flowers.
You're pure and happy.
Your dress is fluffy and bounces while you walk.
You look like a mushroom.
Your shoes are pink too, don't let them get dirty in the dusty sand.
Please have some cookies and punch.

Mmm cookies and punch...

I feel like I've disappointed you. You worked so hard, you toiled and beat your hands til they became callused and dark like beefjerky. You knew the name of the tree outside your window. You boiled your water for baths and tea. You knew what your children were studying. You spent your days among the trees, begging their life for your life. You ( Read more... )

My mother has the most rediculous collection of canning jars in her basement. Canning is a lost art. Or maybe it's a science since it goes through certain preservation processes. It's a survival technique that my family passed down generation to generation. They canned everything. They grew fresh produce in the garden and made jams and jellies. ( Read more... )

Lies. They're all lies. What you say, what I say, what he says. All lies. We hide everything. For good reason. Depending on our moods we could be more inclined to say something harsh then want to take it back the next day. Lies ( Read more... )

Here is my update, aren't we happy?

I haven't been near the internet in many a weeks if not months. The last time I updated was when I was near a computer and it didn't even last long.

I really want linolium in my kitchen. Dark blue.

I have one of those silly schoolgirl crushes ( Read more... )

So "tyler" isn't adjusting well. He was missing for a day or so and Tomek helped me find him in the basement. He's very skiddish and doesn't seem to be making much progress. He doesn't hide under the dressed every moment, but if someone moves in the room, he's gone in a flash ( Read more... )

I have useless breasts. I don't appreciate them. I am not with anyone who does appreciate them. They're just useless. They just hang there, or are propped up in my bra. The point of having boobs is to put them in a flashy bra. My bra is red today. Sometimes the right strap falls off. It gets annoying. I remember when it used to embarrass me. My mom ( Read more... )

*ring ( Read more... )

When I work evenings at migis, I make about 55 bucks, but I spend 4 bucks in gas (just about ( Read more... )