Sept 5, 1948 - bees and honey
sometimes i feel like a pansy surrounded by bees. The bees are great, and they get the job done and don't take any backtalk, but every day I wake up knowing that i'd trade it all in to get my butterfly back. You can make a pansy out of an orchid, you just can't make an orchid out of a pansy.
Can i just say, dear diary, that Flo had better visit real soon, because i really cannot take myself when i get maudlin. I am afraid to page back in you to find out how many times i sed this and how many different ways.
My grandmother used to holler at me about crying over spilt milk. She never liked my paw, and to her, i guess he was spilt milk. But sometimes i really understand why maw was so lost.
Can i just say, dear diary, that Flo had better visit real soon, because i really cannot take myself when i get maudlin. I am afraid to page back in you to find out how many times i sed this and how many different ways.
My grandmother used to holler at me about crying over spilt milk. She never liked my paw, and to her, i guess he was spilt milk. But sometimes i really understand why maw was so lost.