Grrr argh.

christina ricci in the fridge

I have often fantasized about stuffing Christina Ricci into my refrigerator, and it makes my heart feel full that she has as well.

I’m tired and cranky and having regrets about eating cake for dinner and breakfast and lunch for the last 3 days.

My eye hasnt stopped twitching all day. I know no one can see it twitching but I feel like they can and its made me weird and aloof all day. I keep talking to people while looking all around at other stuff around their heads.

One of my cheffingtons made me an ice cream base to spin for them today. It was SPLIT PEA. Split pea. So I sighed, and spun it. And tasted it. And my mouth was like mmm cool creamy sweet ice cream but my  brain was like HABITANT SOUP. Needs work..

So I added some apple cider vinegar and salt, and a bit more sugar to make it smoother and it was actually, not too bad.. but still  not something I’d slather across my chest and cover in sprinkles. With candied ham chunks. Ham chunks..

Earlier the dryer wouldnt close and after the third  attempt I wanted to fucking tear it off the fucking hinges and beat myself to death with the door so I feel like maybe the cake has left me a little on edge. Im trying to to interact very much with anyone until dinner, hoping it will balance out my blood sugars. Im going to tear that chicken apart with my bare hands. BEAR HANDS.

That’s it really. Bye.

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Author: Kara Lalalala

I write this blog for my family cause I am terrible at letters & emails.

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