Last time, they didn't clean it.

[navkat]

It got all red and pinchy. My skinned elbows were all achey and swollen. Someone turned the lights off and I had to hold my arms at odd-angles to avoid bumping into things that would no doubt cause a lightening storm of agony.

This time, it was big, furry bears rolling around the grass in the sunshine, smacking into trees and shit. There was a moment when I rolled along with them and they with me, scaring the crap out of confused bystanders and laughing maniacally at our own spectacle. We scratched each others' itchy spots and shared an ice cream sandwich. We got our sticky paws everywhere.

Until one day, it was time to go home: bears live in caves and hollowed-out trees and eat honey and wear no clothes.

Little girls live in hatboxes and eat serious things like soup and wear scoop-neck shirts and skirts with a sprinkle of applique ladybugs down at the bottom.

And I'm okay with that...but just in case, I left a note. It says:

"Please come to my tea party. If you stay a long time and get sleepy, you can sleep over--I left the bestest, roundest spot in the box for you. Bring your sleeping bag and a pillow and a bag full of crayons. I will make soup."

[Freeky]

Aw.    <3

[Jenne]

I liked this too--read it earlier this a.m. and was too braindead to not say "Cool."

[navkat]

Thanks, you guys. My "rants" aren't always angry. I know it's weird but I'm kind of a whimsical girl.

I'm glad my brand of stuff is kinda welcomed here.