There are six bananas in my kitchen lookin mighty fine. And, and I am leaving tomorrow morning with my Geerawd and I can't figure out what the best way to lay these bananes to rest is. Do I crush them into mush and finger paint on the walls? Make banana bread? Try to freeze them and then cover with chocolate, then poke Grod with them...Or I could put them back on a tree in the hopes that the host will accept the bananas as its own. It's hard. Life.
I maybe might could have a future if I am accepted into a university in Liverpool. I feel not so sure since I can't write letters of intent very well. My style is more rant, blog, or letter. I can't do much in the way of showboatin around. Momma didn't teach me that. When I wrote that an image of Kate popped into my head. Kate with a giant wooden spoon and her apron on and she is trying to teach me how to curtsy.
I have to start somewhere.
I might have never mentioned this before, I can't remember. I live across/next to a convicted murderer by stabbing. He talks to me about his baby, I found out that it's his daughter of 15 years. They have family in Alabama. We've had this conversation more than once. But each time, slightly more is revealed. Once he gave Géraud a superman teeshirt. He wears it almost daily with a pair of perky seasonal christmas boxers. I just realized why he does this. He has two christmas tree farms.
Secrets come out when you are surrounded by sheep and natural beauty. They have.
The sky is leaking again and I seem to be one of a handful of people who notice. I walk to the store daily to get rations for the evening and this afternoon only 3 people umbrella-ed themselves. Save these sensitive few, I'm not so sure anyone else recognized the falling water as rain. Or perhaps they need a good wash err lube.
And to kill time I've been baking and Géraud has been eating. We are a good team. I also play literati on yahoo! I'm not very good.
Tomorrow Starts a 7 day diet of cheese, bread, cake, cookies, wine, and cheese. I'm going to France for a dual birthday celebration. It's going to be rough.
ps Guinness can make you president of gas club
4 comments:
Well, that's pretty true actually. When we arrived here, we kinda go a lot in pubs and used to drink Guinness (because it's the best beer ever and because I prefer brunettes!) and I don't really understand why, but I was kinda gassy... But you know, GASSSSSSYYYYYY and all style from the silent but deadly to the really loud long (and smelly as well actually...). I mean, Guinness can definitely makes you president of the gas club, but like, easy...
Since, I stopped beer because it was pretty harmful for everybody around included myself.
Cheers! ;-)
personally, and you might have already seen this cumming, i think you should use the bananas as butt plugs. no better way to enjoy yourself with bananas inside and out.
I have a bunch of bananas in my kitchen too. They are getting browner by the day. There's no question that they must become either bread or composte.
or butt plugs
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