i am cow, hear me moo

i hate this. my sorry excuses for breasts have actually had the audacity to SHRINK. a pox upon them! a pox upon a person who minds.

i was just thinking, the ribs we eat are actually the muscles between the ribs used to lift them when breathing. that’s why you get the short little pieces and long strips. black pepper intercostal muscles, ew

i think a life of sitting in my smelly little nest tapping away on stewart for hours and subsisting on peanut butter sandwiches and temperamental wireless is perhaps not very much of a life.

i should not turn on the light right next to the window; all kinds of strange little flies are being attracted to it, and accordingly to me. OH MY GOD something just crawled into stewart’s insides. shock and horror.

i am also wondering, how come there is a creepy little smiley face at the top right corner of this page?

i have made every paragraph start with an i to be insufferably self-centered.

i bid you adieu and goodnight.