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this dead rat is dead to the Xtreme
| dear house, stop it. i put my pencil down to take a sip of tea, pencil disappears, find a new pencil, sharpen it, pencil sharpener falls apart and spills its guts everywhere, pencil breaks on the paper, erase the pencil mark, eraser rips paper, get up to search for a new pencil, lose eraser, stub my entire foot on the table, binder falls off couch and all of its contents spill out over the floor, pookie comes and sits her poopy butt down on my homework, nose starts running, kleenex won't come out of box without ripping 1/3 of the way, collegeboard.com experiences 24-hour technical difficulties and won't send my SAT scores to uc berkeley in time, pookie won't stop trying to sit on my lap, yells at me when i nudge her away, finally she leaps onto my lap when i let my guard down, she falls down, i feel bad and bring her to my lap, i blink and wake up 15 minutes later, my mouse dies, the other mouse licks the dead mouse, and a cup of water mysteriously falls on my math binder. backwards in time, i walk through a thunder storm to get to the VA and wonder how long it would take for someone to rescue me if i were struck by lightning. what's up with pet stores always selling me cancer mice? after only 6 months of motherhood i am left with 8 out of 9 mice. i think i go out of my way to procrastinate. that's how professional i am. i am an extraordinarily bad straight A's minus one C and perhaps a B student. BC calculus is not enjoyable. this is all a result of steaming broccoli for every night that i can remember. i feel obligated to transform my hands into whale blubber pouches so that i can survive weather below 60°. santa cruz is outrageously cold. davis is inappropriately hot. san diego, i don't know if that country exists. i want some broccoli. after i finish drinking tea, i just want another cup of tea. and then another. and then another. and some asparagus in tupperware. sometimes i am surprised by how cold my hands feel. and by hands, i mean dry ice. everything eats penguins. |
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