its a sunny day today.

in a perfect world
ardee, harry, and i could take a balloon ride 

but for today...it will be iron and wine

(playing such great heights) my kitchen,

a bowl full of sugar cookie dough

and dreams
my own little dreams

just so you know
 i think tomatoes are sick dont force one upon me
i have a swearing problem...ok...dont change me
i start things and dont finish them
 sometimes im scared i have adult a-d-d
what if im some weird form of autistic??
i have a picking problem
i like to bake cakes...even if i burn the s out of them i will frost them pretty
i dont pay attenton to detail
i want to live in a house made of krispy creams
animals dont like me...
i dont look at my bills..but because of beau i have stellar credit
i speed
i dont like minty gum...its like toothpaist...im a chid i swear
i can puke like nobodys business.its loud
that is all for now

dear santa
i want this pink kitchen
dont make me beg fat man
gimmie gimmie i need i need
(thats me doing bob/love bob)

(if you dont know who bob is we cant be friends)

im going private on my blog
too many creepers
if you want to read
send me your email and ill add you