Yourself?

pickle. i envy you. 3 days ago, i had a relatively long post typed out, and then something went and my computer refused to post.
oh well. pink and yellow yogurt. looks odd, but it tastes alright. neither like strawberry, nor banana, but with both natural and artificial flavors you never know what you're really getting. i'm a pink elephant. that's got to be a cliche, but i've been one for a while so please ignore it. a closet pink elephant, too, and i'll give you the full story when (if ever) my creative writing binder turns up. it's probably been incinerated already, more's the pity. that's what happens when you don't make copies of your work and give it to a teacher (who's going back to university for further studies) to mark on the last day of school before the summer. sad story. had good stuff in there too.
reading books in dreams is so entertaining. because when you wake up, you don't really remmebr what they were about. you remember phrases, and words, but when you try putting them together, they make no sense, while in the dream they seemed perfectly logical and sensible.
pickle pickle duck duck duck duck duck duck goose. hungryy..

posted by anne @ 10:40 am