Playtime.
I haven't really been doing much lately. I haven't been crafty, using my wit in the strangest situations, caring for my needs, striving after my wants. I've been stale like a peice of bread thats plain in taste and has to be eaten with a garnish.
I need to play. I need bright colors in my playtime, loud sounds, intriging rules, and a nice touch to the epidermis of my dry skin. My days are filled with being conscientious about my pantyhose, wearing white gloves to facilitate a honorable disposition, and sporting a straight and stiff back wherever you go. I just need to enjoy a good mess, like in the mud around the peripheral of a peaceful lake.
Any ideas?
I need to play. I need bright colors in my playtime, loud sounds, intriging rules, and a nice touch to the epidermis of my dry skin. My days are filled with being conscientious about my pantyhose, wearing white gloves to facilitate a honorable disposition, and sporting a straight and stiff back wherever you go. I just need to enjoy a good mess, like in the mud around the peripheral of a peaceful lake.
Any ideas?