Today is one of those days where all I want to do is lie on the grass and stare at the clouds… I may even try and identify some shapes… “Oh look, there’s one that looks like Margaret Thatcher standing naked in the rain!” *sigh* I never was very good at identifying big descriptive objects in the clouds like that! I’m more of a “There’s one that looks like a big poo…!” I know this because it looks like little bits of corn are sticking out of the sides, and we all know poo always has corn in it. Oh don’t look at me like that! Everyone knows this… just like everyone knows there is ALWAYS carrots when you vomey! … Because of your carrot gland *points under your arm*
I have decided I am thoroughly sick of being an adult. Everydaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay is exactlyyyyy the sammmmmmmmmmme (now if you were smart you would have read that in slow motion as I intended :))
Wake up. Gym. Work….8 or 9 hours. Home… Dinner. Dead tired because you’ve been up since 4:30am… Sleep. Workkkkkkk! God and to think when I was a kid I couldn’t WAIT to get a job and work, and have responsibilities. I would drive a car, and have money and a house, and I’d be able to make my own decisions and it would be GREAT!
*vomits*…. See? Carrots.
And now… all I want to do is go back to those belly laughs. Cartoons. Missing the Gummi Bears was akin to kicking a bag of bunnies! Eating whatever the hell I wanted because I never got fat. Running around with a towel tied around your neck pretending to be superwomen doesn’t really allow for calories to stick to your bum! Finding the perfect hiding place for my peas when my parents found my “under the upside down gem squash hiding place” and then discovering that my drawer was not a good substitute hiding place either 2 weeks later when you hear growling noises coming from your desk and a slight whispering of “open the drawer little girl we won’t eat youuuuuuuuuuu!”
Actually tasting those mud cookies you made regardless of the fact that you saw your cat scratching the sand you used for the mud just yesterday. Hey if it looks like chocolate it may ACTUALLY just taste like it. Swimming in the rain without looking up at the lightening and worrying that you’re about to get a bad perm and a stay in hospital.
When did becoming a bigger me stop being so much fun.