Listening to: Elephant by Damien Rice
Very interesting song, it's on my myspace right now, I think.
Hope you like the slideshow I added to here. I can't take it off, it won't let me, so I guess you're stuck listening to "Everything We Had" everytime you read this. Sorry. haha. I'll try to figure out a way to at least change the video.
My Easter has been rather uneventful thus far. Got a lot of candy, that I probably won't eat. I'm not super religious, so I'm not going to church or anything. Just sitting around like a typical Sunday. Might go for a jog, like yesterday. Haven't decided yet.
I posted this in a bulletin on myspace, just thought I'd share it with you guys too:
So, I'm sitting here eating a chocolate bunny, as one would normally do on Easter.
And it is staring at me.
And that leads me to think, why in the world would someone put eyes on a chocolate bunny?
It's really awkward when your food stares at you as you eat it.
And that got me thinking, does this bunny have friends? a family?
it could belong to a bowling league for all I know!
But not any longer, because I just ate his feet.
Then, I had to put the chocolate down, I couldn't eat it anymore, with these thoughts in my mind.
So, I put the bunny pack in it's packaging which, of course, has a clear cover on it.
The bunny is still staring at me.
Then I begin to think, maybe I should put this bunny out of it's misery.
I mean, it's just sitting there, with no feet.
And is probably in an excruciating amount of pain.
All because of me.
So, I take the bunny out of it's packaging, again.
And as I'm about to take the final bite, that will put it out of it's misery.
I start thinking again, what if this bunny still has a chance.
I could take him to the hospital, get some prosthetic feet, he could be alright.
Then, it hit me.
It's a chocolate bunny.
He is made out of candy.
I just wasted ten minutes of my life, worrying about a chocolate bunny.
I will leave it at that.
love you all!
Kayla Marie
Sunday, April 12, 2009
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