July 2, 2011

letter bombs and manly charms

dear smashing up my baby bumble bee diary,

thinking about the smell of my hands often makes me wonder how on earth they get to smell the way that they do, but i can not question the work of nature. i wont wash them either- not until i get ready to and then i will. have you ever put the pieces to a puzzle together after you put the puzzle away and forgot about it? that is what i did today. it all makes perfect sense now. i didn't switch over to the dark side all of a sudden- nope- the light got turned off. people do change light bulbs you know. i used to try to hard, mmm, not so much anymore. i got what i got and have what i want and i'll wait my turn for more. there ain't no sense in jumpin the fence cuz you'll still have to mow over there. but as long as i am here, i'll be sincere, when i tell you i have no idea why i ever cared.