cleaner and cellophane
ive been up since elven this moring scrubing the kitchen. i am scared to look at myself in the mirror again. it is not a pretty sight. i'm in pijama pants and i shirt i wear to paint in, my hair is bad, and im wearing these really fuzzy yet extremely cool socks i got from julie with my light blue kitty slippers. i look like a bag lady that should be waitng around the corner in the alley behind walmart asking people for spare change to buy cat food. im putting off going back to work by talking nonsense, but thats ok, i like procrastination. my hands smell like a mixture of bleach and green apple cleaner and theres the faint smell of burning cellophane from when i burned the plastic i got off of a candle. now if those arent the best smells in the world, i dont know what are. well guys, i guess its back to work. I know cinderella was the pretty and good hearted one, but i'd be an ugly evil stepsister who gets waited on right now if you asked me.
-coco-