I hate the way people talk to babies as though they want these miniature adults to grow up with speech impediments. When I originally typed that I wrote 'speed impediments' hey bark twice for Faster. I love that I'm alive. I wish I owned mason jars. I have a strong urge to be naked. Nothing sexual. Today I feel caged by tank tops and over shirts and pants I wouldn't wear anywhere that wasn't work. I like the smell of Brussels sprouts. I don't think I like Brussels sprouts. I suddenly find myself wondering why vegetables deserve capitalization. I think the movie The Lovely Bones gave the Mom too much leniency and hid the truth of the story from its audience. We had to move the dog's cage into the living room in case of whining (due to new neighbors who are quite possibly drug dealers) and I hate that now he see's me when I get home before I can make it to my coveted shower stall. I hate that he see's me walk past him to work too, always late, so I give him a treat. I do my best. It's four minutes until 5:30.
