grateful monday
Monday, July 21st, 2008i am grateful for…yellow flowers…hummingbirds…petunias growing out of cracks in the sidewalk…rooms full of books…limeade…
i am grateful for…yellow flowers…hummingbirds…petunias growing out of cracks in the sidewalk…rooms full of books…limeade…
You Are Hip-Hop Music |
![]() You are expressive, intense, and often misunderstood. You appreciate being entertained, and you’re not easily offended. You don’t shy from controversy or from having opinions. And while you have a strong personality, deep down you just like to have fun. |
i was trying to carry an awkward sized box down to the basement and i forgot to flip the switch for the light because usually that light is on but for some reason it wasn’t and i was losing my grip on the box so rather than put the box down to turn the light on i just kept going and i missed one of the steps and slipped and slid down the stairs and hit myself in the eye with the corner of the box but fortunately my eye was closed and now my eye is a little bruised and my back hurts but mostly i’m okay so then i was hobbling around in my dark basement with my hands held out over my head trying to find a pull chain for a light that burnt out when i turned it on so i went back toward the stairs and tripped over the box and fell up the stairs and decided i was done for today
do we not have moats in this country because they are too expensive and time consuming to install? or is it because they are illegal? because i am so very, very close to diggin’ me a moat along the side of my house and filling it with hungry alligators.
i typed “kiki needs” into google and this is what i got:
kiki needs a chestica simpson weave
kiki needs her own intro music
kiki needs a home
kiki needs to watch her language
kiki needs our prayers
kiki needs mind her own business
kiki needs to shut up
kiki needs some lovin
why it’s a good thing i live alone: i talk to myself.
yesterday, i was slugging around the house. i didn’t want to get dressed and i was having a whole mental discussion with myself about whether or not to get dressed. finally, i decide i don’t have to be anywhere so i don’t really have to get dressed. yay! i can stay in my pj’s. i don’t even have to comb my hair if i don’t want to. then, i blurt out loud “well…at least brush your teeth! don’t be a skank!”