I have found a new love.
It is called:
Strawberries and Cream oatmeal.
At first I had my doubts...
It smelt faintly like fruit that had rotten beneath a corpse.
But after microwaving it in a non-plastic cancer cup
I found that it was quite appealing and warm and yummy
And not unlike breastmilk.
I can only hope breastmilk tasted like that.
Because, truthfully, the thought of drinking breastmilk
Makes me think of my mom's nipple.
And that is just disturbing.
P.s. I would like to marry this man:
Some wish for Brad, others prefer Ben... but I'd rather sink my teeth in Adrien.
(That's poetry for ya at 2 a.m.)
Summer Of Sam. He was the friend... of the guy... and uh, I didn't see the movie.
The Village. He was the mentally retarded one.
The Pianist. Super movie.
And of course... [::excitment::]
The new movie The Jacket... which will come out sooner or later.
Eh, tad creepy there.