Earlier, I dropped a blueberry on the floor instead of the garbage and I couldn’t find the motherf*cker. Yes I searched all around the damn kitchen floor, and nothing. Just a damn blueberry but that damn near drove me mad that I couldn’t find that fucker. I saw it FALL to the left of the fridge. Searched the whole frigging area. Tried to sweep under the fridge but nothing. Nothing on the floor that my crappy broom could find. I know it’s just a damn blueberry but- if I can’t find it, it will rot, and it will […]
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One thing about being in a stretch of insomnia is that the rest of you are probably sound asleep, dreaming amazing dreams while I am sitting here typing.
Random things I think about while sitting here alone and awake:
If insomnia kills brain cells, I will probably forget my ABC’s by this time next week. Who am I again?
If, after we die, we get to go to another world where our wishes finally get granted, I would love to live in a tiny seaside cottage with a wonderful guy who honestly loves me. It would be wonderful if he played the cello. I picture a flower bed […]