You need a good Irish girl. I hear they love potatoes.
What's wrong with being a potato? Potatoes have a rough outer exterior. Some people love it, but regardless, underneath there is a soft, warm middle. Know what I'm saying? I know that isn't the metaphor you were intending, but come on. Nothing wrong with being a potato. At least you aren't a yam.
That's all for the report... I'm too tired for anything else because I haven't been getting any decent sleep for a long time... My therapist would be disappointed in me, ahah...
I realized that... Some stuff I might be sharp at, others might be oblivious. And vice versa. That's why it's best to always be honest. But, isn't that pretty obvious in itself? It seems like it, but it's not.
It's what I started calling every Sunday where I'm alone in my house. That part doesn't bother me as much as having to socialize with my late father's side of the family since our houses are connected and idk how to cook... I'm pretty useless and they'd get mad if I'm here alone and don't want to eat with them. So not much choice there. I'm also so sleepy... I haven't been getting any sleep because I don't want tomorrows to come. We just get older. And I'm just wasting away. "Manage me, I'm a mess."
You need a good Irish girl. I hear they love potatoes.
ReplyDeleteWhat's wrong with being a potato? Potatoes have a rough outer exterior. Some people love it, but regardless, underneath there is a soft, warm middle. Know what I'm saying? I know that isn't the metaphor you were intending, but come on. Nothing wrong with being a potato. At least you aren't a yam.
Nothing wrong with it, just trying to explain how I feel.
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