dear cruel foggy world diary,
what a cold place this world is where we live, that mice can roam freely and mosquitoes bite within the confines of our kitchens and bedrooms while we sleep. i killed a fly the other day simply by reaching out and touching it with my index finger and pressing down on his head and body- crunching him between my fingertip and table like a fly wizard. it was at that moment i knew my powers were at full capacity and i was indeed a force to be reckoned with and ready to make french onion soup for my people. i have not made this concoction for many years, and so, i am going to set out today to complete this task because it is so foggy outside. no one can walk on by my french onion soup complete with toasted croutons and browned cheese on top and onions hanging over the side. i cant wait until the butcher shop opens.
what a cold place this world is where we live, that mice can roam freely and mosquitoes bite within the confines of our kitchens and bedrooms while we sleep. i killed a fly the other day simply by reaching out and touching it with my index finger and pressing down on his head and body- crunching him between my fingertip and table like a fly wizard. it was at that moment i knew my powers were at full capacity and i was indeed a force to be reckoned with and ready to make french onion soup for my people. i have not made this concoction for many years, and so, i am going to set out today to complete this task because it is so foggy outside. no one can walk on by my french onion soup complete with toasted croutons and browned cheese on top and onions hanging over the side. i cant wait until the butcher shop opens.
