i wrote this two years ago.
Because no one will talk to me today, i'll talk to myself. Which is ok by me, really. Cause now i'll finally have some "me" time. Which i hear is required every now and again. A fore warning though, is that this note was not meant to be a "oh lets read this cause i'm bored with my life!" type thing. Thats right, its not for you. Its just because like i said, no one will talk to me. So, back to my fore warning, don't read it unless you want to be a bobble head in two minutes. Is it weird to wish you were sick? Because I do. half because i don't want to wake up tomorrow, and the other half because i don't want to wake up tomorrow. and then some of one of those halfs is because i just want to sleep. Don't ask me why i'm not sleeping now. its a mental thing, you sane people wouldn't understand. You know what I wish? I mean, if a fairy god mother poofed herself right in front of me, and did a little irish jig on my key board, and sang me a lullaby, and then granted me one wish, you know what i would wish for? to grow dandelions with my fingers. and have some uncanny way of always getting people to smile. and laugh. I would wish to own a ginormous factory made to just produce ice cream. I would have every flavour imaginable. and have a "parent day" for people like me, that just didn't want to grow up, and then did. And i would make them all wear pajamas, with the two banana's in pajamas guy's on them. and i wouldn't let them leave until they imagined there way out of there. and of course gorged their big fat superficial heads with ice cream. They would love it i think. Then i would have a "kids day" where everyone who was a kid, or thinks they still are a kid could come. and they too would have all the ice cream they ever wanted. except, i would make them all sit and listen while i told them all not to grow up. and do what they wanted instead. and in order for them to leave, they would have to promise me, thats exactly what they'd do. I'm sure they would love it. However, just in case my irish jig dancing fairy god mother was stingy and said that was too much, i would just wish to never grow up. you know, like a lost boy. I invented them, you know? thats exactly how cool i am. But, you wouldn't know that because your all to busy not talking to me. think about it, its true. Whens the last time you really listened? and, not just to me. to anybody? even yourself? kinda crazy how you can go for ever and ever not really listening. huh? thats the devils favourite game. He wakes up in the morning and says, " Lets play that game where we make everyone in the world forget who they really are, and make them all walk around like superficial idiots!!" and all his little gremlin men jump up and down like they had just walked through my ice cream factory, with joy. Those little punks. Boy, if i could get my hands on those red monsters, they would be sorry. except, so many people have listened to them so much, they sorta look like them. so i'd be to worried i would rip of a humans head, instead of demons. Ok, so another fore warning, if your one of those guys who loves it when the devil distorts your world to make you seem cool, watch out. i'm commin. Ha. i feel so big and bad right now. Truth? I'm just a punk with no dreams. who's fault is that though? I feel like a baby who wanted his umbilical cord, but no one asked him before they just hucked it. so now he's umbilical cordless, and sad. and no one knows why because they didn't care to ask. Yeah, thats pretty much how i feel wrapped up into a cute little pink blanket. thats cute. What if i took options for a dream? and shoved them all into some guys trucker hat and picked one out? and for the rest of my life i would try to achieve that dream? That actually sounds like a super good idea. If i do, do that i won't be asking any of you. so don't go trying to think of what makes the most money, cause i'm not interested. actually, i think ill just ask those cute little dirty things in sunbeams. they'll give me a real dream. or willy wonka. or buddah. but i think the sunbeams are my best bet. What do you think i'll get? whale trainer? candy man? inventor of toys?! someone who can grow dandelions with their finger?! thats the life. I'm hot. not like " wow check her out type." like "oh my gosh i'm gonna blow this house up from pure anger at this discomfort i feel right now." SEE. this is why i'm not married. because i'm a freak. who ever was the first to classify me, you get a golden star. how nice. :) Alright, i'm really not that bitter. just hot. and tired. and weird, really. and to be honest. life is good. the sun shines tomorrow, as much as i believe. and, there are homemade cinnamon rolls on my counter waiting for my large self to eat up when i rise. so, see. life isn't that bad. (: just weird. but what isn't these days. you know? oh, another thing about my ice cream factory. if you go in, mostly likely you'll be wearing skates. because they just are funner to use then your feet. and that will be the point of my factory. I think it'll work. don't you? it'll be like one big giant fun house. but with ice cream. and skates. the only thing i need is a name. I'm not even creative enough to come up with that. all my creative juices were sucked up my creative juice stealing zoombies. they come at night dressed as pals and then BOOM! your gone. and your left wearing an ironed skirt, black shiny shoes, and straightened hair. if your a girl, you'll be doused with perfume and covered in clown make-up. but really its just good clown makeup gone good. or, atleast thats what your told. and if your a boy, they'll shave your face and put a gallon of cologne on your bod. seriously. they put you through this machine and a jug thats made out of wood with the worlds "GALLON" printed all over is poured on top of your head. they think its good that way, but really, its not. Trust me. I should know. I think. that is, if i do think. who knows, maybe i'm controlled. like a remote control car. except, i'm a girl. a remote controlled girl. i only talk, say, think, feel what my master tells me to do. and maybe moments like these are the times when he's asleep. or called to the dinner table to tell about how many classes he's failing. these are the times when i'm really free. Well, as much as a captured person can be free. and now, i'm going to attempt sleep. farewell. and if you read this. I'm sorry. I'll be found not sleeping if you need me. to yell at or scold or laugh at. you'll know where to find me. not in my bed. aaannd, thats all i have to say about that.
ps. batteries not included. and all of the above is fake. or real. i can never remember. hahahahahah. yeah.
Because no one will talk to me today, i'll talk to myself. Which is ok by me, really. Cause now i'll finally have some "me" time. Which i hear is required every now and again. A fore warning though, is that this note was not meant to be a "oh lets read this cause i'm bored with my life!" type thing. Thats right, its not for you. Its just because like i said, no one will talk to me. So, back to my fore warning, don't read it unless you want to be a bobble head in two minutes. Is it weird to wish you were sick? Because I do. half because i don't want to wake up tomorrow, and the other half because i don't want to wake up tomorrow. and then some of one of those halfs is because i just want to sleep. Don't ask me why i'm not sleeping now. its a mental thing, you sane people wouldn't understand. You know what I wish? I mean, if a fairy god mother poofed herself right in front of me, and did a little irish jig on my key board, and sang me a lullaby, and then granted me one wish, you know what i would wish for? to grow dandelions with my fingers. and have some uncanny way of always getting people to smile. and laugh. I would wish to own a ginormous factory made to just produce ice cream. I would have every flavour imaginable. and have a "parent day" for people like me, that just didn't want to grow up, and then did. And i would make them all wear pajamas, with the two banana's in pajamas guy's on them. and i wouldn't let them leave until they imagined there way out of there. and of course gorged their big fat superficial heads with ice cream. They would love it i think. Then i would have a "kids day" where everyone who was a kid, or thinks they still are a kid could come. and they too would have all the ice cream they ever wanted. except, i would make them all sit and listen while i told them all not to grow up. and do what they wanted instead. and in order for them to leave, they would have to promise me, thats exactly what they'd do. I'm sure they would love it. However, just in case my irish jig dancing fairy god mother was stingy and said that was too much, i would just wish to never grow up. you know, like a lost boy. I invented them, you know? thats exactly how cool i am. But, you wouldn't know that because your all to busy not talking to me. think about it, its true. Whens the last time you really listened? and, not just to me. to anybody? even yourself? kinda crazy how you can go for ever and ever not really listening. huh? thats the devils favourite game. He wakes up in the morning and says, " Lets play that game where we make everyone in the world forget who they really are, and make them all walk around like superficial idiots!!" and all his little gremlin men jump up and down like they had just walked through my ice cream factory, with joy. Those little punks. Boy, if i could get my hands on those red monsters, they would be sorry. except, so many people have listened to them so much, they sorta look like them. so i'd be to worried i would rip of a humans head, instead of demons. Ok, so another fore warning, if your one of those guys who loves it when the devil distorts your world to make you seem cool, watch out. i'm commin. Ha. i feel so big and bad right now. Truth? I'm just a punk with no dreams. who's fault is that though? I feel like a baby who wanted his umbilical cord, but no one asked him before they just hucked it. so now he's umbilical cordless, and sad. and no one knows why because they didn't care to ask. Yeah, thats pretty much how i feel wrapped up into a cute little pink blanket. thats cute. What if i took options for a dream? and shoved them all into some guys trucker hat and picked one out? and for the rest of my life i would try to achieve that dream? That actually sounds like a super good idea. If i do, do that i won't be asking any of you. so don't go trying to think of what makes the most money, cause i'm not interested. actually, i think ill just ask those cute little dirty things in sunbeams. they'll give me a real dream. or willy wonka. or buddah. but i think the sunbeams are my best bet. What do you think i'll get? whale trainer? candy man? inventor of toys?! someone who can grow dandelions with their finger?! thats the life. I'm hot. not like " wow check her out type." like "oh my gosh i'm gonna blow this house up from pure anger at this discomfort i feel right now." SEE. this is why i'm not married. because i'm a freak. who ever was the first to classify me, you get a golden star. how nice. :) Alright, i'm really not that bitter. just hot. and tired. and weird, really. and to be honest. life is good. the sun shines tomorrow, as much as i believe. and, there are homemade cinnamon rolls on my counter waiting for my large self to eat up when i rise. so, see. life isn't that bad. (: just weird. but what isn't these days. you know? oh, another thing about my ice cream factory. if you go in, mostly likely you'll be wearing skates. because they just are funner to use then your feet. and that will be the point of my factory. I think it'll work. don't you? it'll be like one big giant fun house. but with ice cream. and skates. the only thing i need is a name. I'm not even creative enough to come up with that. all my creative juices were sucked up my creative juice stealing zoombies. they come at night dressed as pals and then BOOM! your gone. and your left wearing an ironed skirt, black shiny shoes, and straightened hair. if your a girl, you'll be doused with perfume and covered in clown make-up. but really its just good clown makeup gone good. or, atleast thats what your told. and if your a boy, they'll shave your face and put a gallon of cologne on your bod. seriously. they put you through this machine and a jug thats made out of wood with the worlds "GALLON" printed all over is poured on top of your head. they think its good that way, but really, its not. Trust me. I should know. I think. that is, if i do think. who knows, maybe i'm controlled. like a remote control car. except, i'm a girl. a remote controlled girl. i only talk, say, think, feel what my master tells me to do. and maybe moments like these are the times when he's asleep. or called to the dinner table to tell about how many classes he's failing. these are the times when i'm really free. Well, as much as a captured person can be free. and now, i'm going to attempt sleep. farewell. and if you read this. I'm sorry. I'll be found not sleeping if you need me. to yell at or scold or laugh at. you'll know where to find me. not in my bed. aaannd, thats all i have to say about that.
ps. batteries not included. and all of the above is fake. or real. i can never remember. hahahahahah. yeah.
