I used to dream until I stopped writing fiction (Alright now that's not true)
Strawberry Fields Forever
I hate strawberries, actually. Nothing about them is good. The red stain. Picking strawberries. Strawberry jam... shortcake. Gross me out. I do like strawberry rhubarb pie though. I would rather eat spinach. That shit is good eatin'.
Brussels Sprouts
With butter and salt. Tastes like corn on the cob. Corn on the cob reminds me of summer. Summer is so close that I can almost smell it. Like the smell of warm skin and The Grand River. I can't believe I put my body in there.
The Colour Purple
My favourite. But I don't very much like the book. I hope that Fogel got my essay. Isn't it great that his name is Fogel? He is always making jokes about it. Haha. Never watch that movie with your baby brothers in a theatre is all that I will tell you.
Cold Feet
My feet are cold. I wonder if Nicole or Adelle will get cold feet. Probably not. I mean, they do have me walking the runway. Opps. Aisle. I will rock that out. Even though I have to wear flats for Nicole's wedding. I'm only 5'8" I tell you.
You put up walls and paint them all a shade of gray. I stood there loving you and wished them all away.
And you come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you.
I love the shuffle feature on Media Player sometimes. But when I write, I put on one album and play it until it bleeds. What colour would music bleed? I would like to think purple. No, different music would bleed different colours. I bleed blue. Go Leafs. You can make good picks this year. Don't even touch the goalies. Tosky had the most perfect set of lips on the planet, anyways. But I just say that to bug my brother and make him call me a puck bunny.
I look so good in blue (so good in blue). Why can't I like that colour? My least favourite after orange. At least I look hideous in orange. I wish that I looked good in yellow. I want yellow nail polish. And better purple.
To go to the gym, or not to go to the gym, that is the question. I have to have discipline. I am going. Blah. What if it is full? STAY AWAY PEOPLE! I want my elipticals. And possibly the rowers.
I hate strawberries, actually. Nothing about them is good. The red stain. Picking strawberries. Strawberry jam... shortcake. Gross me out. I do like strawberry rhubarb pie though. I would rather eat spinach. That shit is good eatin'.
Brussels Sprouts
With butter and salt. Tastes like corn on the cob. Corn on the cob reminds me of summer. Summer is so close that I can almost smell it. Like the smell of warm skin and The Grand River. I can't believe I put my body in there.
The Colour Purple
My favourite. But I don't very much like the book. I hope that Fogel got my essay. Isn't it great that his name is Fogel? He is always making jokes about it. Haha. Never watch that movie with your baby brothers in a theatre is all that I will tell you.
Cold Feet
My feet are cold. I wonder if Nicole or Adelle will get cold feet. Probably not. I mean, they do have me walking the runway. Opps. Aisle. I will rock that out. Even though I have to wear flats for Nicole's wedding. I'm only 5'8" I tell you.
You put up walls and paint them all a shade of gray. I stood there loving you and wished them all away.
And you come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you.
I love the shuffle feature on Media Player sometimes. But when I write, I put on one album and play it until it bleeds. What colour would music bleed? I would like to think purple. No, different music would bleed different colours. I bleed blue. Go Leafs. You can make good picks this year. Don't even touch the goalies. Tosky had the most perfect set of lips on the planet, anyways. But I just say that to bug my brother and make him call me a puck bunny.
I look so good in blue (so good in blue). Why can't I like that colour? My least favourite after orange. At least I look hideous in orange. I wish that I looked good in yellow. I want yellow nail polish. And better purple.
To go to the gym, or not to go to the gym, that is the question. I have to have discipline. I am going. Blah. What if it is full? STAY AWAY PEOPLE! I want my elipticals. And possibly the rowers.