September 13, 2011

dead animals in my basket

dear thinking before speaking diary,

usually when i think before i speak i sound like an idiot, more so than if i just pop off and say what ever is just high speed trailing through my head at the given moment. i don't actually rehearse before i do anything either because that takes the spontaneity out of it and absolutely ruins it for me. in fact, that's how i'll sell you, is on our first sail together- i am no salesman. i was successful at selling tadpoles to mrs. swanson up the street in the yellow house- when i was a child, and i got in a whole bunch of trouble for being such an entrepreneur, and i still think my business could have had the market for demand if  i'd had the opportunity to get the word out of my supply. my mother was a mean mother- always squishing my important dreams, or so i thought. i still don't understand the need for such a harsh punishment for bringing the dead squirrel home though, i know i could have brought it back to life with the spell book aunt donna gave me. spells don't have anything to do with the devil, they didn't back they and they don't now.