the buckets aren't enough to keep the puddles from forming.
My grandpa made me wash his car today. I don't really understand why, it was raining all day. He just stood outside with an umbrella and kept saying,"you missed a spot". I wasn't even washing that side yet.
When I finished that I went inside to see what my Grandma was cooking. I was starved...really. I've been locked in my room for three days. I mailed a letter to my boss the first day so that it would reach the store by at least Tuesday so I could tell him I wouldn't be coming in. I had two stale crackers and half of a chocolate bunny left over from Easter. I'm glad I had a smirnoff to wash it down, I was totally fucked-up-drunk!
Anyways, back to the kitchen. I was walking in to a chocolate chip cookie aroma that I had only dreamed about, after seeing Charlie and the Chocolate Factory years ago. My eyes were locked on a fresh batch of cookies my Grandma was pulling straight from the oven. She saw me enter and offered one to me. I was surprised that a slap across the face didn't follow. Then, skeptical of such a warm smile coming from a woman that would rather see me face down in bathtub or pool of some kind, I noticed a box of rat poison mostly empty.
"Nice try", I said still dilerious from the hard day of washing and waxing in the rain.
"Don't talk to your elders like that", My grandpa said.
So again locked in my room. Now my grandparents are sliding a cookie or two under the door thinking that hunger will set in and I will forget about the rat poison. I wonder how much a human could actually eat before I would actually die. Well, it doesn't seem to far from what I need right now.
I wish they would fix the hole in the roof it's cold after the rain.
LOVE,
DICKIE!
P.S. Send love and cookies
When I finished that I went inside to see what my Grandma was cooking. I was starved...really. I've been locked in my room for three days. I mailed a letter to my boss the first day so that it would reach the store by at least Tuesday so I could tell him I wouldn't be coming in. I had two stale crackers and half of a chocolate bunny left over from Easter. I'm glad I had a smirnoff to wash it down, I was totally fucked-up-drunk!
Anyways, back to the kitchen. I was walking in to a chocolate chip cookie aroma that I had only dreamed about, after seeing Charlie and the Chocolate Factory years ago. My eyes were locked on a fresh batch of cookies my Grandma was pulling straight from the oven. She saw me enter and offered one to me. I was surprised that a slap across the face didn't follow. Then, skeptical of such a warm smile coming from a woman that would rather see me face down in bathtub or pool of some kind, I noticed a box of rat poison mostly empty.
"Nice try", I said still dilerious from the hard day of washing and waxing in the rain.
"Don't talk to your elders like that", My grandpa said.
So again locked in my room. Now my grandparents are sliding a cookie or two under the door thinking that hunger will set in and I will forget about the rat poison. I wonder how much a human could actually eat before I would actually die. Well, it doesn't seem to far from what I need right now.
I wish they would fix the hole in the roof it's cold after the rain.
LOVE,
DICKIE!
P.S. Send love and cookies