Friday, August 18, 2006

Fresh Baked

I baked some of those Toll House cookies tonight. I was craving comfort food, okay? Sue me. I just really wanted something sweet and hot. Just a morsel, a taste... Sometimes I get that from Mitch, but lately he says I am too emotional. Or "hormonal", as he puts it... I hope I'm not pregnant again. Child-proofing is such a pain in the ass, you know?

Some people say "Just Write"
And I do.
Sometimes I don't tell the truth
And that's okay.
Sometimes you don't believe it.

Still, it's about the baking. Domestic and yet completely unfulfilled, I fear I've become my own worst nightmare. Am I a desperate housewife? Do I have a nudity clause that is holding me back from being all that I can? Will I always resent those bitches in Agrestic? Yes, yes, yes! There is nothing quite a freshly baked morsel melting on your tongue.

6 comments:

Saviour Onassis said...

Obviously, this post sucks balls.

Dale said...

It's half baked?

Dale said...

Just write.

Dale said...

for whom the balls toll?

Saviour Onassis said...

You, baby, you...

SlayGirl said...

It doesn't matter if you lie or tell the truth just tell it. I'm addicted to your writing either way.