So how honest can one be before they betray their own confidence. Hmm, well grammatically I ran into a reason I’ll say today I ate extremely poorly.
It is a way for me to punish myself. Listen carefully,
I’m chickening out right now.
So I set my intention to be extremely honest with myself.
And It made me cry. Not ugly face cry, but OMG I hope I don’t get a wrinkle type cry.
I’m valley girl for sure inside. It took a long time to rid my malapropism.
And now what I see when I write are words that don’t really fit at times. SO yah think I am more verbose than to pious words on the subject of health and wellness. I at least, had water and cake.
I rule a world where all can live off cake and sparkling water. It’s a Unicorn’s diet, only mermaids and starchilds can eat. Some are lucky to get the best slice.
I wonder if I just type in the shape of a pot-sticker will it make me full. I feel like I have a malnourished soul. Only his permanent blessing fussed into my marrow protects me from harm. I’ll settle for wild outbursts of insanity as it mocks inwardly at you.
Where’s the rice!?
I won’t reread this even though I know I should. At least 5 more times. I’ll stall-out and wonder why I am feisty, mean or cranky, ill-tempered. That is why I changed the title of this page. I must confess to truly repent and not crave or cave.
I did make a mean home-made chicken pot pies this week. OOo oui! They were off the chain. I need my mat. I’d give a plug but I got it from #Marshall’s so I ain’t.