11th
pms like a girl i would know
i don’t think my slow cooking roast will work out. i cut up all the ingredients which is calming. cried over the onions listening to ‘sad thanksgving music’ and put on the lid was wasn’t its lid at all. then got the frozen peas and hit them against the counter and it felt good to hit , until i hit too hard and the bottom broke and all the ice and peas fell to the ground and hid in all directions under the cupboards. my socks got wet and my face got red and my voice got short. so i put on his jacket and ran in the white back alleys. watching my feet in rainbow shoes. wondering how my feet should feel while running. i felt that my weight was too forced in the middle of my foot. and i wondered when and how i could make myself slip on the ice and fall infront of hungry warm strangers with their familes. ahhh its snowing. and sometimes when its like this, i wished that i wasnt here. i wished that i lived some place else and got to come home for holidays. and my family was together. like the girls and it was a big occasion and we all drank . but its not. except for im having my mom and sister over. sometimes i want things too much that i get too excited and ruin it and have to run on back home to mama. i left my home and now im hopeing that the roast will be cooked and juicey and tender and the vegtables soaked in beef juice and onion. i am here to pick up some board games and pepsi and go back home to drink some holiday rum and play with my love. okay just after this one cigarette. then tomorrow running around in the snowy fields at the farm! making movies! and im sorry chad for not coming to your show. i hear it was a good one too!
okay have fun
