And I don't even like chocolate!
I ate it like I liked it, though.
4 chunks of old stale cake.
From last week.
Not just a photo - op;
I really ate it.
(Don't double dog dare a dumb ass!)
Partly cloudy?
I only seem to see the clouds.
Barriers
Trees and the pseudo forest. I already know.
Some meaning is missing. Or joy.
I have "failure to thrive" these days.
Trucky is getting new spark plugs.
She mirrors my condition.
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Some kind of feeling -
I can't name it - anxiety?
Remorse? Something in the past
Projected into the future.
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This just in: $400 later for Trucky
It ain't nothing but a thang, right?
My boss thinks I have an eating disorder.
Really? What was your first clue?
She also thinks blogging is bad for me right now.
Cake and innuendo and being upset.
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So no more cake.
And I already know.
