"if she gets any crayons she breaks them just to hear them snap. i will not color with a broke crayon."

on behalf of all crayons, let me just say that breaking us on purpose is a bit wrong, yes, though i can't truly fault you because we do make neat sounds when broken.

snap snap snap.

same thing with celery.

and let me also say that you should always color with a broke crayon, even if that crayon is a broke stub.

ive broken before, been taped together, broken again. and it's the greatest feeling in the world when you know someone is looking here and there and, yes, there is a fresh crayon, unbroken, never used, right in reach but they still pick me up.

me, broken, wrapper peeled off a long time ago, bits and pieces gone from fingernails, not even sure what color i am first from all the dirt and grime i have on me...

and still i'm used.

what did i do today... dun... de... de...

oh, yeah. abortion came up.

for the record, i'm pro choice, but partial birth abortions... that just seems wrong, in most cases.

thhhheeeeeennnnnn.... de.

i made a decision today, but i dont know how, exactly, to work it out, so we shall see.

then i ate lunch.

and bought a pen and a mech. pencil and candy.

annnnndddddddd then i was walking up these stairs and, long story short, i got my head stuck between the posts holding the banister up.

ok, that was a lie.

just have to spice it up a little, you know.

sat around, decided it was time to walk, so i walked. spent... five hours with some friends, nice time.

watched the last two innings of the new york seattle game.

then was driven home because people dont like the idea of me loose at night.

and i am hungry. i dont know what it is, but damn, i cant find myself full.

oooohhhh damn, i was supposed to do that.

eh, should take five minutes.

i didn't write any. well, i did, but not that way.

maybe i should eat chicken dumplings.

its been too long since my last biscuits and gravy.

annnnndddddddddd now now now i do something else.