New Blog: Every Little Step I Take Ive had my hands pretty full with writing and wondering. Yup! See that? See what I just did there? I made youuuuu, wonder what Ive been writing! Scientists have revealed that using certain words can make one do whatever you want them to do. Rule the world kinda words! Okay, they didnt! But they should! I mean, look how easy it was for me? Talking bout me? As if we werent. Ive been writing a lot of words! Thousands of words that make complete sense. O_o! Don-dont snicker like that with alla them heh-heh-hehs. Youre giving me a complex here! And besides? Is it really thaaaaaaat hard to believe? I’m no Gemini, but I do have a sensible part of me as well as a senseless one too. As a Libra, it simply has to be that way. I can’t be one way. Like a highway. Who can stand being a highway, any---way! Our highway’s don’t even have emergency lanes. Imagine me without an emergency lane. I’m a sign of balance so where’s there’s sense, senseless should follow. That’s when I look like this… o_o. Not like this…O_o. In between, Ive been trying to become accustomed to being followed around by this little man. Cause the moment I move, all I hear is...tap tap tap tap...turn around and Cruzzy-boys following me alllllllllll around the house! Evvvvvvvvverywhere I go! I swear its like a take on the video of Bobby Browns track, Every little step I take...so then I stand right? Sometimes I do that. Next thing, Mr. Tap Tap Tap Tap slowly walks up to me and settles ON my foot, curls himself into a cute lil ball and pretends to be asleep! Suddenly I go from singing while cutting onions to feeling all bad and awwww shame now hes gonna wake...strangely enough! These new onions Ive being buying? They dont make me cry! Not like a new brand or anything. Not Levi onions, but new, like unused. Im not saying that I ever buy used onions, Im just saying when the onions in my fridge are finished, then I buy more! Just so were clear. I woooould take from my parents but theyre shaped funny. And so are their vegetables. My dad has been growing these veggies and recently my mums been coming at me with carrots that look like asses and all. Hey? Dont look at me! Ive had nothing to do with that! Im just the victim of having to inspect ass-shaped carrots! Its my state of mind thats being messed with here! Where was I? Oh yeah! Cutting my unused no-name-brand onions! So then I gotta move and were back to tap tap tap tap behind me over to the sink! It see-eeems?! To solve this situation...and here he comes now...ima have to start jumping on the spot. Standing is...is messing with my emotions. Making me talk to dogs too. Cause Im there, CruZZZZZZy...lay over there so that youre not disturbed all the time, boy. Not to mention having to contend with the looks that he gives me. He doesnt have to say it for me to know that hes thinking, Woman? You do know that all I understand in your language is my name? Right? It goes on and on that way until I go to lay down, where then he starts yelling at me in this high-pitched tone, which sounds a lot like his mother, Paiges voice when shes all hyper. Youd think after a long day at work and having my inner peace tippled on its ear while Im tryna feed my family? You’d think that Id be able to just retire to my chambers and rest. Neooooooh! These days I gotta lay on my bed with my one foot on the floor! >_
Posted on: Mon, 27 Jan 2014 07:00:32 +0000
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