But enough of that. It makes me sound like a drug addict. It is Wednesday and I am once again craving some won ton soup. And I want the boat gone from the garage so that I can rollerskate down there. (It's all smooth and nice and nothing to trip over except the goddamn boat).
Every Wednesday I cross the bridge and then I go and get won ton soup, and I am wondering if that's what is going to happen today. Maybe I can talk my mother into getting me some board shorts today, because I realise the only short thing I have are black skirts. It's a shame they don't manufacture all cute skirts with little shorts underneath because I hate having to worry about whether or not people can see up my skirt, especially when I'm walking up a set of stairs or when I want to sit comfortably but I have to keep my legs crossed tighter than Satan's grip on sinners just to be a lady. It makes me mad. But anyways, I suppose I've acted like a spoiled child enough right now, so I shall take my leave.