August 2010
5 posts
When I'm rich and famous...
Since my dad has been home, we have been having breakfast together, each morning (well brunch because we both wake up extraordinarily late). Each morning it’s pretty much the same. We eat toast with jam, some kind of fruit, orange juice, and an egg. We talk about our yesterdays, and our plans for the day ahead. Though our plans never really include each other, I’ve become very...
YOU are a booger I can feel,
but when I go and pick it,
You are gone.
Than I breathe in,
and I feel it again.
I go and pick it
and you are gone.
What a pain.
