Yeah, I got Xanax. I also got a gym membership, so get your filthy mind out of the gutter. I've been working out everyday and soon, a new craze will sweep the planet..."Snakes On My Bod"... What do you think? I guess I just got tired of feeling like my life is a sequel to Frances.It was this (little) breakdown I was having because I project and it's bad or something. Bad for the environment, or the species, I don't really remember. But the point is, and I do have one... I tend to transfer emotional seedlings into unwelcoming soil. I have done it time and again, with very little luck. Now, I have the good fortune to be blessed by the memory of past mistakes. And no, it's not fun. Let's eat, shall we?
Should I make my famous guacamole? I just happen to have two ripe avocados right here. No, it's no problem. I live to serve. No really, I do. Nothing makes me happier than being your handmaiden. Can you hand me that knife? At your beck and call, that's me. Ready, willing and able...
So, if it's satisfaction you want... It would behoove you to look elsewhere. Saints and sinners rejoice! The time for a mighty uprising is at hand. Just wait til my Viagra where's off and I will show you the what's what. We now, I say, we now return you to your regularly scheduled program:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
5 comments:
But isn't one of the seedlings bound to find all the right conditions somewhere along the line? Just don't plant all your seedlings in the shade of one monster avocado.
Monster is right, honey! But as my right hand can attest, I've got seedlings to spare!
I was going for the emotional vein and you grabbed a different one. Saucy bastard.
my brain hurts... and i want some guacamole... im very hungry.
You want sauce with that?
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