at my imaginary anti-installation-truck-loading-frazzle-me god! grrrrr. and damn (maybe a little strong) truck shells with their weight and binding limitations. shells are cute and all but really absolutely get in my way for loading and unloading.
I am just going to lay here flat on my back in the dirt and shake my fist at the sky. it must be the imaginary oh-you-should-stay god wrestling with my imaginary anti-installation-truck-loading-frazzle-me god! grrrrr. who will win, I do not know! guess i am staying. good thing I kept my key. aaaaggghh.
go a head and rain on my head, and bite me you big freaking blood sucking mosquito! sometimes I am a little ungrateful. this moment. think two year old flinging herself on the floor in the depatrment store for not getting her way. oh fling, fling, fling!! and with only 3% battery charge remain. oh fling tantrum while laying on my back in the dirt, in the rain. aaa grrrr
no wait. I am not quite through with this tantrum. almost. 1% battery charge.
sound of rain while laying flat on back in dirt = detantrafying. thank you very much.
2 comments:
It's the God's telling you to stay, relax, recharge. You should listen to the gods
yes, my whim and whine are at my imaginary warring god's command. awesomeness! :)
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