I assumed it was.
I have melted several plastic plates in the microwave.
CARROT
I am good at microwaving things.
I’m from the south. Pocket knives are good. But I am extremely clumsy so I don’t carry mine.
I don’t take that babysitting. I flipped out my words of “PLEASE NO CHILD”
I also have a “fear” of feet. I call it a disgust…but like…this child tried to stick her feet near me and I flipped out.
They are prone to catching fire
Toaster ovens are dangerous
Or an oven.
Toaster ovens scare me. (Yes. I’m babysitting and something is cooking in the toaster oven)
And sometimes you have to stop being a thinker and be a feeler for a few minutes
Sometimes it’s good to unplug your emotions from your thoughts. But it’s good to have emotion. I’m sorry you have felt emotionless lately.
I’m also scared of thinking too much. Like there are certain books that make me question reality and…they terrify me. What if my reality isn’t real. What if I’m not real. What if none of this is real. That terrifies me
But quiet is violent
Well, I apparently have strange conversations
I get especially weird after 10, and freaking even weirder after midnight.
I get it. He’s a cool dude. He gets weird after 10pm though.
Well…it’s pictures of you from when you were 5. All it tells anyone is your race.
Don’t be mad at yeast….please.
I like Madagascar hissing cockroaches. And people…are scary
I’m sorry. Obviously I crossed a line.
Well, it ain’t like it’s anything new to her.
You were freaking adorable.
What?
(Want me to put the little carrot on our private board?)
To 8pm*
I am gonna go for a bit. I’ll be back on after dinner and a lot tonight while babysitting (which got push til 8pm)
I’ll stalk later.
Why must I make it hard on myself
