Strawberry jam and I - The battle
Nothing separates me from the strawberry jam. We're just one big entity, a creepy-sticky-normal one that is. But I feel like it's a stranger.
You remember the guy who used to walk around in the park and talk to himself, and ALWAYS sit on the same bench? Some of you used to throw rocks at him.
Well strawberry jam is my park bench weirdo. I'm drawn to it, fascinated even, yet I want to throw rocks at it and call it names.
"You're way too sweet you nauseating disguised fruit!"
"you make me have low blood sugar at 10 am when I have you for breakfast!"
"Shame on you!!! You lie to my tongue and brain!"
"OOOOOOOH! NO! I won't eat you with a spoon!"
*wipes jam off the side of her chin*
You remember the guy who used to walk around in the park and talk to himself, and ALWAYS sit on the same bench? Some of you used to throw rocks at him.
Well strawberry jam is my park bench weirdo. I'm drawn to it, fascinated even, yet I want to throw rocks at it and call it names.
"You're way too sweet you nauseating disguised fruit!"
"you make me have low blood sugar at 10 am when I have you for breakfast!"
"Shame on you!!! You lie to my tongue and brain!"
"OOOOOOOH! NO! I won't eat you with a spoon!"
*wipes jam off the side of her chin*