"If at first you don't succeed....CHEAT!!!"
Let's try that again with less....eh with more....practicality
"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall."
*Sigh* Better.
Konnichiwa.
Becca no tsukareta. Hi hello howdy. How am I? How is Becca? How are you? I am peeved, Becca is peeved. You see, little one with funny ears, I, becca, have had a very strange and frustrating sleep schedule. Sleep is an indecisive mistress. She will take me in and hold me without certainty and THEN decide not to. She then leaves me awake in the rough chilly dawn hours of fall. Ambien is STILL in my system. Hence the language of weird quality.
I feel like writing a paper on how mean and trecherous foot binding is. It is abuse of children and it puts woman in an idol of impossible expectations. I mean, NOT EVERYONE, wants to break their toes, and deform their feet JUST to be more appealing to the opposite sex. I wish I could go back in history and hug every one of those women and then tell the guy in charge to make it stop or I will make his heart stop. Well....that's what I want anyway. Reality tells me I can't do that. Reality is a strict mistress. I'm glad they don't do that crap anymore though. I mean, what a way to die....foot deformity. And to think it was just for the male's growing foot fetishes. It disgusts me. I still want to adopt Asain kids though.
Asain kids are so cute. I could just give them all hugs and kisses and tell them I was their Mommy. :) They put chesire cat moons beneath my nose. Orange juice is not here. I wish that it was so that I could consume it in the most attractive way possible. Which wouldn't be that attractive mind you.
My sister's are moving apts. and I'm doing homework which I hate. And my daddy is awake at 2:30 am. (which is the time). Reality is also mean. Mean and inhuman. Inhuman and controlling. I feel caged in. I AM CAGED IN. Poe! Poe! Come save me! Which one? There are three. Indeed, three there are. I am at a loss for a good answer. What poe? Oh WHAT POE? Why can't all of you mold into eachother and become one? Poe my cell phone, Poe my inspiring poet, Poe my unimaginative imaginary friend of sensitive self. All one. Oh what fun that shall be. Would be. Could be. Possible? Oh Indeed! Okay I am going to tie my restless self down to my big cozyness that is my bed so I don't make any more nonsense. Okay? Goodbye.
hugs on the other hand...
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