One of the most common things I tell myself when I brush my teeth is
'I need to brush my teeth a bit more'.
I woke up this morning with an itchy palm. And then I went through this whole poem about it in my head.
I told myself I'd get up and write it on here but I needed a cup of tea, so then I forgot what it was -
It was something - It wasn't especially great - So never mind. But what does an itchy palm mean? Can you google that for me - I'm too busy.
I fucking love dashes - they make it easy to write everything that comes into my head without too much conscious thought about the gramma situation. Not that that really concerns me - it doesn't - but it's nice to have one less reason to hate yourself. Not saying my gramma's any good mind - it's not - I just wanted to express a love for something - why'd you have to be like that? - go piss on someone else's fire.
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